adventures in biking.
this story is somewhat reminiscent of the jubilous, sometimes perilous adventures on bikes that my friend richard sometimes posts about. here's an excerpt from my experience to compliment the series.
yesterday was positively gorgeous. i had a 35 min ride ahead of me, and i felt good. i was passing through the alton baker path, which incidentally, was full of sun-desperate human beings. all of them biking, jogging, or walking their little rat dogs in pink polka dotted strollers.
naturally, it is pretty warm, and i see a striking male presence in front of me, wearing only his shorts. i slow down and admire the smooth curves of his back, appreciative of the lack of a shirt, and get a burst of energy to resume pedaling. i pass the specimen, after a good six or seven pumps of my legs, when the chain decides to be a bastard and slip off the gear. this causes the leg that was ready to push down, to violently slam down, connecting the seat to my crotch in an even more violent manner.
at this point, all thoughts of boys, especially those with smooth skin and nice back muscles were promptly ejected from my mind. also, any thoughts of making babies in the near future, was also er, for better use of the word, crushed. i think a strange sort of noise came out of my lips. "aaaaaooooooooorrrrrrrghhhh...."
thankfully there was a crowd of people there to witness my pain, and offer comfort through half-concealed smiles of mirth. i had forgotten how lovely it is to get out.
yesterday was positively gorgeous. i had a 35 min ride ahead of me, and i felt good. i was passing through the alton baker path, which incidentally, was full of sun-desperate human beings. all of them biking, jogging, or walking their little rat dogs in pink polka dotted strollers.
naturally, it is pretty warm, and i see a striking male presence in front of me, wearing only his shorts. i slow down and admire the smooth curves of his back, appreciative of the lack of a shirt, and get a burst of energy to resume pedaling. i pass the specimen, after a good six or seven pumps of my legs, when the chain decides to be a bastard and slip off the gear. this causes the leg that was ready to push down, to violently slam down, connecting the seat to my crotch in an even more violent manner.
at this point, all thoughts of boys, especially those with smooth skin and nice back muscles were promptly ejected from my mind. also, any thoughts of making babies in the near future, was also er, for better use of the word, crushed. i think a strange sort of noise came out of my lips. "aaaaaooooooooorrrrrrrghhhh...."
thankfully there was a crowd of people there to witness my pain, and offer comfort through half-concealed smiles of mirth. i had forgotten how lovely it is to get out.