#2-The Firecracker and the Angry X
Date: July 2 Mon
Mileage: 17 (Trek400)
July mileage: 21
Year to date: 967
iPod: Shuffle of Beatles, MMJ, Beethoven, Shins, Pavement, Ravel
In Seneca and Cherokee on un dia muy bonito on the Trek. After changing pedals there was an enormous racket emanating from the pedals/crankarm area. Horrible, but I marshaled on. I did nothing more elegant than ride around in the parks where my mood took me, feeling good enough to take on a few hills on my creaky arthritic steed. As so many of our modern fellow cyclists of many ilk would say, BUT:
Mileage: 17 (Trek400)
July mileage: 21
Year to date: 967
iPod: Shuffle of Beatles, MMJ, Beethoven, Shins, Pavement, Ravel
In Seneca and Cherokee on un dia muy bonito on the Trek. After changing pedals there was an enormous racket emanating from the pedals/crankarm area. Horrible, but I marshaled on. I did nothing more elegant than ride around in the parks where my mood took me, feeling good enough to take on a few hills on my creaky arthritic steed. As so many of our modern fellow cyclists of many ilk would say, BUT:
- coming down the hill towards the T at Seneca golf course I gingerly merged more in to the center of my lane. It's a quick descent and I don't want company on my left shoulder at high speeds. To my surprise, a large white Suburban entity starts coming around me in the other lane, a solid stripe pass down a busy, traffic-laden hill. The "priceless" image was of the 12-ish daughter in the passenger sea who looked at me like I was leprous or was into kiddie porn...with ugly kids. Bitchette. And her mother turned towards me and started making these not-so-nice faces. Bitch. I yelled some and of course caught up to her at the stop and yelled some more. "Learn the traffic laws idiot", I believe is what I came up with, although I dropped the F-Bomb on them on the downhill. She breaks 2 laws and yells at me. Bitch. Oh, and of course given my world she had a St. X sticker on her truck. Don't get me started on that in this town. That would be my reason #2 or #3 leave my friendly cowtown.
- Riding along Cherokee with a group of 3 15-ish weasels on their BMX bikes strewn across the road. I see something gauzy, go past them and "BANG!!". Cute. I don't think they were throwing it at me or I would be more pissed. Stupid-ass teenagers. I just looked around and moved on. There really is no appropriate response, but I sure was looking for a cop up the road in the park to light their own proverbial fire.
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