There are days that I don’t like this town, and then there are days. Try as I might to like it, and sometimes I do, I’m looking forward to leaving more and more. I know that in order to appreciate this place, I’m going to have to get away from it for awhile. I’ve done this before.
As of last Saturday, I’ve fixed up my bike (a pink Schwinn I got in Jr. High) and have started riding it around town. I enjoy this for several reasons, mainly the exercise and the gas saving aspects. It is interesting, to be gliding down a street with these great old houses, going in and out of clouds of cigarette smoke and animal pee, having people rev their engines at you, and then those pesky “In God We Trust” people yelling “get the f*ck off the road” at me. Ahhh, this is the life. I’m riding with traffic, I’m signaling my turns, I’m getting over to the side of the road when I can. I would love to ride more, but right now I’m afraid for my life. I digress….
At least if I get fed up with that, I can ride over to West Lafayette so the frat boys in their huge trucks can play chicken with me as they point and laugh and say something rude about my crotch.
I hear ya, barb! I usually ride my bike to work every day (but haven’t been in the past couple of weeks since I’ve been incredibly busy). Except here we ride through animal poop and human pee, and sometimes a little vomit now and then.
Ew. Vomit. I haven’t run across (or over) that one yet!