So I was riding my bike this morning.
Hmm. That sounds like the opening line of a joke.
But really. I was riding my bike this morning, on the way back from Math class. It's in EE. As far away from Shreve as you can get, I swear.
Anyway, I got on my bike, and something pretty cool happened. It just felt like the second I pushed the pedal down, I was flying. It was like I was moving through all these people, weaving in and out of them and the wind was crazy and it felt just so good.
But I don’t have a very nice bike.
In fact, it creaks and squeaks and squeals and makes just about any other noise you can think of.
A bus also nearly hits me every morning. It literally comes within two feet of me.
Oh, and there’s always those few people who are walking and they are listening to their ipod and texting and then they look up just in time to see me flying toward them, squeezing my breaks as hard as I can without flipping my bike. That’s when they step out of the way. A near heart attack every time.
Even though I experience these things every day, it doesn’t take away the love I have for my bike. It doesn’t take away the wind in my hair, the relief from the heat when it’s 90 degrees out, my amazement that someone as unbalanced as me can become balanced on two wheels, or the little chuckle and look that another biker and I share when we nearly collide.
All in all, I love my turquoise bike. It fits my personality well. And I’m glad I finally have somewhere besides my driveway to ride it.
