Fate Wants Me Fat
posted by Jaitu at 21:54
True to my word I have continued riding to work so far this week. I am beginning to see worrying signs though.
On Monday I rode into work despite some obstacles as I previously mentioned. That was obviously Sign One.
Yesterday I rode in with no problems and as the weather and light were much improved I even returned through the trees. This was not what Fate wants for me. Fate wants me off the bike.
Fate wants me fat.
Today we awoke to a blanket of snow. Not huge amounts but enough to bring a great nation like ours to it's knees. Sign Two.
I bravely set off avoiding tyre tracks in the snow and sticking to the fresh white surface where I was guaranteed firm footings only an inch or two below. As the tributary side roads of our area slowly joined and commingled in to potentially stronger streams of traffic the amount of road surface not already rolled smooth by passing cars rapidly decreased. Suddenly I was riding on a plane of sheet ice that stretched the length and width of the immediate
road. With elegance and grace akin to that of the most experienced practitioners of Tai Chi, I landed flat on the tarmac. Sign Three.
A close by group of school kids paused in their snow ball fight to see that I was OK. I replied 'It was bound to happen sooner or later' and dragged my bike across the glassy tarmac to the assured traction and relative safety of a grass verge. No sooner had I got back on than a scrubbing sound drew our attentions to a VW Golf which sailed slowly from the patch I had just vacated, through the T-junction and thudded up the kerb on the opposite pavement.
Sign Four.
Once on the main road everything went smoothly. The road was clear of snow, ice and slush and the traffic was hardly moving. I was able to ride straight up the middle of the road overtaking everyone and still only on the middle ring. I climbed my way up the cycle path and around the fallen trees and made it to work safely. Take that Fate.
Come time to leave for home I discovered a flat front tire. Cheap shot. A colleague gave me a lift home and I'll not be riding
tomorrow.
True to my word I have continued riding to work so far this week. I am beginning to see worrying signs though.
On Monday I rode into work despite some obstacles as I previously mentioned. That was obviously Sign One.
Yesterday I rode in with no problems and as the weather and light were much improved I even returned through the trees. This was not what Fate wants for me. Fate wants me off the bike.
Fate wants me fat.
Today we awoke to a blanket of snow. Not huge amounts but enough to bring a great nation like ours to it's knees. Sign Two.
I bravely set off avoiding tyre tracks in the snow and sticking to the fresh white surface where I was guaranteed firm footings only an inch or two below. As the tributary side roads of our area slowly joined and commingled in to potentially stronger streams of traffic the amount of road surface not already rolled smooth by passing cars rapidly decreased. Suddenly I was riding on a plane of sheet ice that stretched the length and width of the immediate
road. With elegance and grace akin to that of the most experienced practitioners of Tai Chi, I landed flat on the tarmac. Sign Three. A close by group of school kids paused in their snow ball fight to see that I was OK. I replied 'It was bound to happen sooner or later' and dragged my bike across the glassy tarmac to the assured traction and relative safety of a grass verge. No sooner had I got back on than a scrubbing sound drew our attentions to a VW Golf which sailed slowly from the patch I had just vacated, through the T-junction and thudded up the kerb on the opposite pavement.
Sign Four.Once on the main road everything went smoothly. The road was clear of snow, ice and slush and the traffic was hardly moving. I was able to ride straight up the middle of the road overtaking everyone and still only on the middle ring. I climbed my way up the cycle path and around the fallen trees and made it to work safely. Take that Fate.
Come time to leave for home I discovered a flat front tire. Cheap shot. A colleague gave me a lift home and I'll not be riding
tomorrow.posted by Jaitu at
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