look, no hands!
I survived. I mean, it was goign to be bad, i knew it, but still, I can't believe i made it.
What a ride. I mean, this one was something else. i knew I could feel the road, like a siren was calling my name, beconing me, but it was like a low hum of a foghorn i nthe distance, i though t i heard it many times, but brushed each time off as if it were the wind.
Here's how it began. I was outside after work, on by bike of course, carving down this one cozy road to get a warmth i needed like air. And there under a glowing grey sky said my hello's, my goodbye's, and even though i didn't want to leave, I looked up at the sky, and somewhere up there i could feel that somethign was coming, and i had best be on my way. So with my usual Hurrah! I got my speed into my weels and began to hit the rotary by the prison once again. Here too, Somethign was wrong wit hthe road, it's texture, ...was wrong. And inbetreen tracks of Alice i nChains, and Pearl Jam, i heard a cringling sound like static. Only it wan;t comign fro mmy headphones, it was coming from my tires. Odd. But the nit hit me. This wasn't rain, this was freezing rain. Hail. Somthing not good.
I took refuge in Petes basement for an hour or so. Shot the shit, watched Pete set up his Everquest character. And inbetween sips of beer, forgot about the weather outside. I was the clock was close apocking 10pm, my cue to leave, and outside it didnt seem so bad. I went through empty fourway intersections. I bikes past the acres of golfcorses, and when i made it to Nine acre corner, again, ...something, was amiss. My tires didnt feel right. I wasnt gripping the road, yet i was goign realy fast. It didnt seem to make sence, and with my pants becomeign more and more soaked. My sunglasses to wet to see out of, I was removign more of my gear than made sence! My gloves were still on yes, but my mask, my glasses, both were of no use to me, when i needed the best reaction time i could have. I even took my headphone volume down a notch. Somethign i never ever do.
Miles later i was coming to the Wayland Library. I was screaming not singing "i came for You" by bruce Springstien. It was amazing i thought i had made it. the roads were wet, a good sign, there were no cars, and i was making great time.
All true untill i took the last road. The very road where i live. literaly about 100 yards of road thats a straight slope down. A gentle hill, but dark, and steep enough to made me weary. I even thought whe ni took the turn, "dont petal, let the hill give me speed, and If need be, I'll ride my breaks down". Oh and speed was what i got as my bike decended. not 30 feet int othe road somethign was wrong. I was riding my breaks, my fro mwheel was stopped, but I was still gainign speed. OK. thats odd i thought. then I let go, didnt want to go head over heels after all, and with that release i was goign even faster. Too fast. That was when my bike began to tilt. Yes tilt. Tilt is not something you ever want to feel your bike do, so being me, Did i let her go? no. I trued her out. I shifter my weight and Liek a steed, put her o na true path. But the wobbles were still there. Now i was halfway down the hill. Wobbling like a mad man! How was i still up!? this was unbeleavable i was moving a foot on one side, and then leavign another foot over on the left! all while gaining speed, and screaming blody murder. Things like "BOB Saget!" "ahhhh!" and "come on!". I remember my eyes, they were focused on my wheel. i was lookign down mostly, to see how bad the tilt was. not left, not away, but right there, right where i had to focus, not the horsemen of hell could have taken me out of my seat. thats what i thought untill i crashed. And man it was a good one. The wobbles were not under control i was keepign them at bay at best. And then like a kite the wind took me down. I knew it too, and has less than half a second to prepare. What to do. so I put one hand on my hat, and one hand on my handle bars, and like that I went down With great thunder, and skid the last 50 meters.
My first reaction whe ni realised I was breathing. was just that. I'm breathing. ...does anythign hurt..? ...no? and wit hthat question answered I laid back. i let go of everythign and spwraled on the road looked up at the glowing sky, and laughfed. I laughed out loud for what seemed like a quater of an hour. Sat there, and after i would stop, I would begin chuckling, and there i was a gain great bursts of laughter. eventuly my wet cloths began to bother me and i picked myself up and took a look around me.
The road. Was compleate Ice. the ENTIRE road, was a SHEET of ice. I waled up the road to where i entered and felt it. Ice, for the entire stretch of the hill. It was so smooth, and such a sheet, that it was un fact hard to walk at all on it! Looking at my 50 yeards, I couldn't beleive it. What a feet. If only I had taped it. If only I could watch it again. And like that i slowly walked back, and humble, very humble felt glad to be alive.
What a ride. I mean, this one was something else. i knew I could feel the road, like a siren was calling my name, beconing me, but it was like a low hum of a foghorn i nthe distance, i though t i heard it many times, but brushed each time off as if it were the wind.
Here's how it began. I was outside after work, on by bike of course, carving down this one cozy road to get a warmth i needed like air. And there under a glowing grey sky said my hello's, my goodbye's, and even though i didn't want to leave, I looked up at the sky, and somewhere up there i could feel that somethign was coming, and i had best be on my way. So with my usual Hurrah! I got my speed into my weels and began to hit the rotary by the prison once again. Here too, Somethign was wrong wit hthe road, it's texture, ...was wrong. And inbetreen tracks of Alice i nChains, and Pearl Jam, i heard a cringling sound like static. Only it wan;t comign fro mmy headphones, it was coming from my tires. Odd. But the nit hit me. This wasn't rain, this was freezing rain. Hail. Somthing not good.
I took refuge in Petes basement for an hour or so. Shot the shit, watched Pete set up his Everquest character. And inbetween sips of beer, forgot about the weather outside. I was the clock was close apocking 10pm, my cue to leave, and outside it didnt seem so bad. I went through empty fourway intersections. I bikes past the acres of golfcorses, and when i made it to Nine acre corner, again, ...something, was amiss. My tires didnt feel right. I wasnt gripping the road, yet i was goign realy fast. It didnt seem to make sence, and with my pants becomeign more and more soaked. My sunglasses to wet to see out of, I was removign more of my gear than made sence! My gloves were still on yes, but my mask, my glasses, both were of no use to me, when i needed the best reaction time i could have. I even took my headphone volume down a notch. Somethign i never ever do.
Miles later i was coming to the Wayland Library. I was screaming not singing "i came for You" by bruce Springstien. It was amazing i thought i had made it. the roads were wet, a good sign, there were no cars, and i was making great time.
All true untill i took the last road. The very road where i live. literaly about 100 yards of road thats a straight slope down. A gentle hill, but dark, and steep enough to made me weary. I even thought whe ni took the turn, "dont petal, let the hill give me speed, and If need be, I'll ride my breaks down". Oh and speed was what i got as my bike decended. not 30 feet int othe road somethign was wrong. I was riding my breaks, my fro mwheel was stopped, but I was still gainign speed. OK. thats odd i thought. then I let go, didnt want to go head over heels after all, and with that release i was goign even faster. Too fast. That was when my bike began to tilt. Yes tilt. Tilt is not something you ever want to feel your bike do, so being me, Did i let her go? no. I trued her out. I shifter my weight and Liek a steed, put her o na true path. But the wobbles were still there. Now i was halfway down the hill. Wobbling like a mad man! How was i still up!? this was unbeleavable i was moving a foot on one side, and then leavign another foot over on the left! all while gaining speed, and screaming blody murder. Things like "BOB Saget!" "ahhhh!" and "come on!". I remember my eyes, they were focused on my wheel. i was lookign down mostly, to see how bad the tilt was. not left, not away, but right there, right where i had to focus, not the horsemen of hell could have taken me out of my seat. thats what i thought untill i crashed. And man it was a good one. The wobbles were not under control i was keepign them at bay at best. And then like a kite the wind took me down. I knew it too, and has less than half a second to prepare. What to do. so I put one hand on my hat, and one hand on my handle bars, and like that I went down With great thunder, and skid the last 50 meters.
My first reaction whe ni realised I was breathing. was just that. I'm breathing. ...does anythign hurt..? ...no? and wit hthat question answered I laid back. i let go of everythign and spwraled on the road looked up at the glowing sky, and laughfed. I laughed out loud for what seemed like a quater of an hour. Sat there, and after i would stop, I would begin chuckling, and there i was a gain great bursts of laughter. eventuly my wet cloths began to bother me and i picked myself up and took a look around me.
The road. Was compleate Ice. the ENTIRE road, was a SHEET of ice. I waled up the road to where i entered and felt it. Ice, for the entire stretch of the hill. It was so smooth, and such a sheet, that it was un fact hard to walk at all on it! Looking at my 50 yeards, I couldn't beleive it. What a feet. If only I had taped it. If only I could watch it again. And like that i slowly walked back, and humble, very humble felt glad to be alive.