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.
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