One With the Pavement

I bomb down the hill, wheels spinning so fast that the tempo in my head transforms from individual drum hits into a single, blissful tone - completely in control, one with the wind and the pavement.

But at the bottom of the hill, an entire battalion of fire trucks with their lights flashing have the park road blocked off, and a bored looking cop stands next to an SUV, pointing everyone back the way they came. I turn around to follow a nearby exit path out of the park, and slow for a moment to try and peer further down the road at whatever flaming disaster the firemen are dealing with. 

I forget to take my feet out of the toe clips on my pedals, and, after a moment's slow-motion struggle, topple over. and crash to the ground.

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One year ago: Validation

Three years ago: A Little "No" is a Bigger "Yes"

Four years ago: She Wasn't Even Talking to Me

Nine years ago: 4-10-08 Hanging Bike