Bike Trip - Day 2
The first couple of days the trip, though not how I pictured it at all, embodied some of the basic sediment I had hoped to encounter. Freedom being number one. Walking into the woods, dropping my drawers and squatting up against a tree, thinking "I'm going to pee right here, all over these leaves" seemed to be the epitome of freedom and I was mastering it! "I didn't get any on my shoes this time!" I'd excitedly pull up my shorts.
There was also danger and excitement involved, I knew. My thoughts of danger were along the lines of having the redneck who owned the land stumbling upon me mid squat and pegging me with his rifle. The fact that getting attacked by a killer caterpillar while urinating never crossed my mind reaffirms my child like naivety. If i had only taken the rosed colored glasses off I may have anticipated it. Instead, completely unsuspecting as I peed, there was a sudden piercing sting on my leg. That's when I saw our fuzzy friend.
"Ahh, you made me get my shorts!" I disciplined as I flicked him off. Before my very eyes a mountain of pus and redness formed on my leg. I pictured a very tiny person climbing it and sticking a flag at the top. "I hereby claim this lump mount pusmore!" he'd say sticking it in, and as he did so the mound would erupt. Pus would drown entire cities on my leg. The fire ants would have to evacuate. I groaned and asked a friend to research poisonous caterpillers via text. "Find out if I'm going to die, because if I am I have to find him and stomp him to avenge myself before I go!" Once I was informed that I would probably live, I continued my journey. "Down, not out!" I pedaled on in pain.
There was also danger and excitement involved, I knew. My thoughts of danger were along the lines of having the redneck who owned the land stumbling upon me mid squat and pegging me with his rifle. The fact that getting attacked by a killer caterpillar while urinating never crossed my mind reaffirms my child like naivety. If i had only taken the rosed colored glasses off I may have anticipated it. Instead, completely unsuspecting as I peed, there was a sudden piercing sting on my leg. That's when I saw our fuzzy friend.
"Ahh, you made me get my shorts!" I disciplined as I flicked him off. Before my very eyes a mountain of pus and redness formed on my leg. I pictured a very tiny person climbing it and sticking a flag at the top. "I hereby claim this lump mount pusmore!" he'd say sticking it in, and as he did so the mound would erupt. Pus would drown entire cities on my leg. The fire ants would have to evacuate. I groaned and asked a friend to research poisonous caterpillers via text. "Find out if I'm going to die, because if I am I have to find him and stomp him to avenge myself before I go!" Once I was informed that I would probably live, I continued my journey. "Down, not out!" I pedaled on in pain.