Shaking up the routine
It's weird yah know. I thought I was having a normal day today. I went to work for the first time all year, I go early so i can clean up the pool before everyone shows up. Anyway, so I go in, and theres a dead bird outside the pool house. Judging by how the flies were going after it, it had been there some time. Now I HATE dead and diseased things and wanted nothing more than for some guy with a shovel to heave the damn thing into the woods, but I was the only one there and since it was right near the kiddie toys I HAD to get rid of it. I did some other chores around the pool to try and delay the inevitable. Eventually I picked up a trash bag, grabbed the bird with it, and threw it far enough into the woods that no one would find it. This was the highlight of my day...until i went home.
I bike home every day, and the most dangerous part of my ride is the stretch comprised of a very small portion of highway. It's a 4 intersection, the 4th being a restaurant. It's also the place I almost got hit previously. I was crossing when everyone was stopped, and some dumb ass FLEW out of the restaurant RIGHT in front of me. If he hadn't stopped when he did, I would have been hit from the side. Now thats the MOST dangerous stretch of my short ride, and the LEAST dangerous stretch is where my bike got hit today...(And before you poop your Irish pants, I'm fine)
I was at a crosswalk with my bike trying to cross to the ice cream stand and the road that leads right to my house. I looked both ways and saw one car, it passes me. On my other side the truck has stopped for me. I wave and start to make the motions to move (position myself, move my feet to the pedals, ect) when a white Cadillac Escalade flys out of nowhere and hits the front wheel of my bike. thanks to the angle of the hit, all he really did was jerk my handlebars in a 90 degree turn, make a KLUNK sound (that sounded like damaged Escalade) and shock the hell out of me. The guy pulls over, but doesn't get out of his car (presumably emptying his bowels into his drawers) and the guy in the truck yells "Are you ok!?" with an "I just saw that holy shit!" expression on his face. I wave back and yell that I'm fine. I don't know the rules about swapping bike to car insurance, and the bike isn't damaged (I'm not sticking around to find out about the car), so I wave the caddy an "ok "sign and bike off.
Oh yeah, and I found $3 at the pool! That was my exciting day!
Dad got really mad at me for not taking down the liscence plate number of the car and calling the police, but I figured the guy was probably freaked out enough and had expensive car body damage, so I left it at that.
And I saw "Knocked up" with Annie (who I don't hang out with enough). Thats the best movie playing this summer so far. Go see it.
I bike home every day, and the most dangerous part of my ride is the stretch comprised of a very small portion of highway. It's a 4 intersection, the 4th being a restaurant. It's also the place I almost got hit previously. I was crossing when everyone was stopped, and some dumb ass FLEW out of the restaurant RIGHT in front of me. If he hadn't stopped when he did, I would have been hit from the side. Now thats the MOST dangerous stretch of my short ride, and the LEAST dangerous stretch is where my bike got hit today...(And before you poop your Irish pants, I'm fine)
I was at a crosswalk with my bike trying to cross to the ice cream stand and the road that leads right to my house. I looked both ways and saw one car, it passes me. On my other side the truck has stopped for me. I wave and start to make the motions to move (position myself, move my feet to the pedals, ect) when a white Cadillac Escalade flys out of nowhere and hits the front wheel of my bike. thanks to the angle of the hit, all he really did was jerk my handlebars in a 90 degree turn, make a KLUNK sound (that sounded like damaged Escalade) and shock the hell out of me. The guy pulls over, but doesn't get out of his car (presumably emptying his bowels into his drawers) and the guy in the truck yells "Are you ok!?" with an "I just saw that holy shit!" expression on his face. I wave back and yell that I'm fine. I don't know the rules about swapping bike to car insurance, and the bike isn't damaged (I'm not sticking around to find out about the car), so I wave the caddy an "ok "sign and bike off.
Oh yeah, and I found $3 at the pool! That was my exciting day!
Dad got really mad at me for not taking down the liscence plate number of the car and calling the police, but I figured the guy was probably freaked out enough and had expensive car body damage, so I left it at that.
And I saw "Knocked up" with Annie (who I don't hang out with enough). Thats the best movie playing this summer so far. Go see it.