Top of the World
May 9, 2007 | permalink
As promised, Gentle Readers, I report to you from beachier climes. It is gorgeous here!
I don't drive (and please let me clarify: I can drive, I just hate it and whole-heartedly believe that it will be my downfall, so I just don't do it), so I rented a bicycle to get back and forth to the venue and to tool around town with, and to generally be mostly self sufficient, because there is nothing that irks me more than not being self sufficient (I'm sure that is not a revelation to anyone who has read more than ten sentences here). But that's neither here nor there, really. This is about the bike.
I haven't been on a bicycle in over a decade. You see, I had this accident. With the crashing. Into a mail truck. Hard. I hit it square on, from behind, and launched myself over the handlebars, cutting up my thighs in the process, and gave myself a nice concussion (not the first or last, I am sad to say) when my head, with a resounding thump, smacked into the back doors of the truck. My bike was wrecked, of course, and I was a bit shaken up. (But there was some humor in the situation- the woman driving the truck jumped out, and upon seeing me and my mangled bike exclaimed, 'That was you?!? I thought a car hit me!' I guess that's one point for the thick skulled.)
Actually, it shook me up so much, and I waited so long to get back on a bike (mostly since mine was, as I said, wrecked), that I never really got my nerve back for bicycling in traffic. Until today. I had completely forgotten how much I enjoyed riding a bike.
I did about ten miles today. Five on the bike path by the beach, and five in a round-trip dry run to the venue so that I could time it out and not get lost in the morning when I have to go for real. My legs are tired and my ass is sore, but I am so excited it hardly matters.
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