A First Time Deal
Yeah, I am off the blogging form what with starting a new gig and all. And yeah, I don't really know how I'm gonna ride bikes fast either as my time is pretty limited. I have 24 hours in my days just like everybody, but biking just keeps getting to be less and less the priority. I will figure out a way to kill it all the same. Don't worry about that. Not that you would. But I might. Anyway, it (the new gig) is a pretty sweet deal though, and that's about as into that as I'm gonna get.
Saturday I did manage to go for a bike ride and apparently there is some dissension in the ranks of U.C. biking. Last week dirty mtn. biker Chucky was grumbling about leaving at noon, and then this week he called me to confirm times around 9:45. When I got to the ride start, I was informed that he led a group out at 10. Thanks for letting me know, not that you'll read this. So my dilemma is to go with the flow and ride at 10, or stick to my program and roll at noon. I want to stick with "the program" b.c. in another week or so when I start going big my afternoon is shot either way, so it's better to have the morning to do family stuff. We'll see. Maybe I'll bite the bullet. Or not.
Anyway, us slackers that left at noon had an incident whereby a car almost brushed me. As I was in the bike lane, I raised my arms in the world recognized "give us some room" fashion, and the dude kinda flipped. He started flicking us off, and slamming the brakes and what-not and the pulled over and took out some nunchuks (sp?). Yeah, seriously. Who drives around with nunchuks. Anyway, he saw one of my riding brethren with the cell-phone and never got out of the car. He did almost brush me again for good effect. Then, he floored it before having to slam the brakes again 100 meters down the road due to a car in front of him what with it being a 25 mph zone and all. What a tard. I can't imagine getting that worked up over nothing. Anyway, he is lucky he didn't brandish his weapon of ass destruction as Coach Chuck has been teaching me the ways of the warrior and I would have had to drop him. Or else the cops would've slammed him. Or not and I would have gotten beat down for nothing. I have a lot of "incidents" on the road, but this was noteworth as a firsttime for nunchuks. Any Bruce Lee fans feel free to correct my spelling.
Alright, back to work, slackers.