The Semi-Paranoid Cyclist

I heart my bike

On Sunday afternoon I came home, changed clothes, and got prepared to battle THE BIKE once again. Physically, I was not prepared for a bike ride due to the scrapes that were left on my body from the first fall, but emotionally I was ready–I made the decision that I was not going to let a tiny fall (and a lot of blood) hold me back from my original journey!

I slowly drove the bike to the end of the driveway and then I suddenly stopped. That’s when it hit me…I had NO IDEA where I wanted to go. I should’ve probably planned this journey a little better.

I made a left, then a right, then a left, then another left, rolled down a hill, made a slight right, then a sharp left, and turned right. I looked up at the building before me and realized that I was at an oh-so-familiar place. I was staring at the last place that I wanted to see on a weekend. I was looking at my workplace. I had to get away…quickly.

I headed north and ended up on a two-lane highway with a black Honda Civic riding 5 inches from my back tire. I was peddling so fast that the kenetic energy that the bike was producing could’ve powered a 100 watt lightbulb for a week and a half.

I turned onto a side street and regained my composure. Everything was a lot calmer and I was no longer sweating bullets. Two seconds later, HONK!!! A little silver Toyota Prius was driving behind me and I had no idea because the car is absolutely silent. If Obama vowed to pass a law that states that all hybrid cards must hang a bell on the front grill to alert all pedestrians of its proximity, I’d vote for him for sure.

I was happy when I re-arrived home safely because the lack of a helmet and the vicious drivers made me continually question whether I’d return home in one piece. The entire trip gave my nerves a workout but, as predicted on 3/24/2008 @ 8:51pm, I EMERGED VICTORIOUS!

Next stunt: Bear wrestling!