Bicycle Race!
...and other bike related adventures.
It's dark. I'm coming back from a grocery run. The strobing light from my headlamp creates an eerie effect, like someone had a rope attached to the front of my bike and was jerking me along. I lean right, backpack tightly held by the strap across my chest, when another biker blinks across my path. When I finish the turn we are traveling abreast, me on the road, he on the sidewalk. We match pace for a bit, but I'd like to get home so I change gears, and dig for that extra kick to get me accelerating. He matches pace, then over takes me, so I dig deeper, an unspoken race has begun. Like a gas turbine engine my legs spool up to a furious pace. Whoever is pulling on that rope just got a couple friends. I fly by him and look back only once, when I turn off our road, two blocks back he's chugging along.
I forgot that I bought eggs and bread...along with 10 lbs. of potatoes, and five cans of beans (for chili). Luckily, eggs and bread are no worse for the wear; however the patatoes and chili beans have exploded into a chunky, gooey mass of putridity. Hahaha, not really, but that would have been awesome.
Earlier. When I bike around town, I often keep pace with cars, either directly when traffic is bad, or indirectly when I catch up to people stopped at a light. Today I was playing catch up, but kept pace with a red SUV. We sat at three different lights together, made a left turn, and stopped at another light. The occupants rolled down the window to chat it up with me. Just a couple of college girls that wanted to let me know they were impressed and that I had a "cute" bike. Before I could say more than "Thanks" the light changed and they were gone, so while, dear reader, this was a very boring adventure for you, it was the second time in as many days my biking prowess got me some attention.
Tomorrow: Jon takes his bike into a bar--spicy adventures ensue, details at 11
It's dark. I'm coming back from a grocery run. The strobing light from my headlamp creates an eerie effect, like someone had a rope attached to the front of my bike and was jerking me along. I lean right, backpack tightly held by the strap across my chest, when another biker blinks across my path. When I finish the turn we are traveling abreast, me on the road, he on the sidewalk. We match pace for a bit, but I'd like to get home so I change gears, and dig for that extra kick to get me accelerating. He matches pace, then over takes me, so I dig deeper, an unspoken race has begun. Like a gas turbine engine my legs spool up to a furious pace. Whoever is pulling on that rope just got a couple friends. I fly by him and look back only once, when I turn off our road, two blocks back he's chugging along.
I forgot that I bought eggs and bread...along with 10 lbs. of potatoes, and five cans of beans (for chili). Luckily, eggs and bread are no worse for the wear; however the patatoes and chili beans have exploded into a chunky, gooey mass of putridity. Hahaha, not really, but that would have been awesome.
Earlier. When I bike around town, I often keep pace with cars, either directly when traffic is bad, or indirectly when I catch up to people stopped at a light. Today I was playing catch up, but kept pace with a red SUV. We sat at three different lights together, made a left turn, and stopped at another light. The occupants rolled down the window to chat it up with me. Just a couple of college girls that wanted to let me know they were impressed and that I had a "cute" bike. Before I could say more than "Thanks" the light changed and they were gone, so while, dear reader, this was a very boring adventure for you, it was the second time in as many days my biking prowess got me some attention.
Tomorrow: Jon takes his bike into a bar--spicy adventures ensue, details at 11