... but let me explain. Ever since that lady intentionally tried to kill me because, in her words, "he was riding his bike on the road," I have suffered from a real bad paranoia.
I still have not been able to ride my bike down that road. When I think about it I get a vision of the lazy lady putting the pedal to the floor and swerving at me, and this time successfully turning me into roadkill. When the Sheriff's department arrives to clean up, the deputy gives the lady a high five for doing her part to rid the roads of non motorized vehicles.
So to deal with this paranoia, instead of riding my bike on the 30 mph road I ride down the highway where the speed limit is 55 mph. Of course this means the average speed is something like 70 mph. OK, yeah, this doesn't make sense.
Anyway, as I head down this road I need to make a left hand turn. I like to turn one intersection before the main one so I can get off the highway and on to the pathway. But the problem with this is, it requires me to ride on the left side of the highway for a block or so.
...and that is my excuse, after making that left and heading to the pathway my brain shifted into riding on the left. So that confusing moment when you were riding your bike off the pathway, and you couldn't figure out which way I was going, was just a strange way of me trying to stay alive as I go to work.
I still have not been able to ride my bike down that road. When I think about it I get a vision of the lazy lady putting the pedal to the floor and swerving at me, and this time successfully turning me into roadkill. When the Sheriff's department arrives to clean up, the deputy gives the lady a high five for doing her part to rid the roads of non motorized vehicles.
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Hmm, blog posts need pictures: our bike ride in Prague a few weeks ago.
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Anyway, as I head down this road I need to make a left hand turn. I like to turn one intersection before the main one so I can get off the highway and on to the pathway. But the problem with this is, it requires me to ride on the left side of the highway for a block or so.
...and that is my excuse, after making that left and heading to the pathway my brain shifted into riding on the left. So that confusing moment when you were riding your bike off the pathway, and you couldn't figure out which way I was going, was just a strange way of me trying to stay alive as I go to work.
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