AAAAUUUGGGHHHH!!!!!
2003-08-06 at 10:16 p.m.
So no more riding for me, until I'm back in the Central Time Zone. The bike is being boxed up so I can take it on the plane with me. Or rather, check it, but you understand.I DID nearly die on the way to getting the bike to the bike shop so they could disassemble it and pack it in a box. Long story short, I'm crossing the street, totally legally and totally within my right of way, and not sneaking through traffic AT ALL but rather having waited my turn in a totally law-abiding manner, when the car who's been waiting opposite me decides SHE's turning left, which unfortunately for me would take her on a path DIRECTLY THROUGH ME.
Clearly this didn't happen, as I'm sitting here typing this.
What I'd like to say happened was this: I slapped the car, fixing the muffin driver with my jedi-death glare, and whipped off a scathing comment about suburban blonds driving big fat Buicks while sailing jauntily past her, standing up in my pedals.
What happened was this: I screamed like one of the pod people in "Invasion of the Body Snatchers"
What really happened was this: I screamed like a six-year-old girl.
What I hoped happened was this: other drivers, passers by, and anyone within a six mile radius mistook that screeching for squealing brakes.
Yes, I'm alive to tell the tale, and didn't even emerge with road rash. However, I really hope no one who actually saw that will ever recognize me. TOTALLY ruin my street cred.
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