My bicycle is great. It has two wheels, a basket, and a little bell that I ring when people/animals/cars/other bikes are in my way. It is a little small for me, and the seat has no padding and makes my butt hurt pretty horribly on bumpy roads. Still, I really like the feeling of biking here. It makes me feel like a part of my surroundings more than I do at any other time.
This morning, I overslept. I chatted with Jeff and Mom, took a shower, had breakfast, and got going. Helen and I prefer to leave on the earlier side because the traffic is less intense before 9:30. This morning, one of the first things we saw was a dead cow on our street. What do you do with a dead cow? Who takes care of it? Does it just lie there and decompose? I guess we'll find out over the next several days.
When we got to the main road, traffic was intense. Then it started raining. Then, at the part where there are mud puddles on either side of the tiny, narrow strip of road, a motorbike was about to cross at the same time as me, so I paused to let it pass. While I paused, the front wheel of my bike sank into the ground. When the motorbike passed and I stepped on my pedal to get going, my bicycle didn't move forward, but sank to the side and threw me from it, into a mud puddle. The whole right side of my jeans got soaked and muddy, plus my right arm, both hands, and a corner of my backpack. Better yet, many people witnessed my blunder, and many more stared at us the rest of our journey (which is always the case, but usually I have nothing to be embarrassed about).
When I got to work, I washed up as well as I could, but that involved dumping even more water on my jeans. I'm sure everyone would agree that wearing wet (not damp, but really truly wet) jeans is one of the more uncomfortable things one can do, especially if they smell faintly of cow manure.
Today it looks like it will rain for much of the day, so we may need to get a ride home when we finish work. Realistically, it looks like we'll finish close to 11:30 or noon, because we have very little work to do today. We may spend the afternoon at home watching movies and planning travel.
I can't wait to take another shower and put on clean clothes. This pretty much sucks. Ah well, I'll do better next time.
This morning, I overslept. I chatted with Jeff and Mom, took a shower, had breakfast, and got going. Helen and I prefer to leave on the earlier side because the traffic is less intense before 9:30. This morning, one of the first things we saw was a dead cow on our street. What do you do with a dead cow? Who takes care of it? Does it just lie there and decompose? I guess we'll find out over the next several days.
When we got to the main road, traffic was intense. Then it started raining. Then, at the part where there are mud puddles on either side of the tiny, narrow strip of road, a motorbike was about to cross at the same time as me, so I paused to let it pass. While I paused, the front wheel of my bike sank into the ground. When the motorbike passed and I stepped on my pedal to get going, my bicycle didn't move forward, but sank to the side and threw me from it, into a mud puddle. The whole right side of my jeans got soaked and muddy, plus my right arm, both hands, and a corner of my backpack. Better yet, many people witnessed my blunder, and many more stared at us the rest of our journey (which is always the case, but usually I have nothing to be embarrassed about).
When I got to work, I washed up as well as I could, but that involved dumping even more water on my jeans. I'm sure everyone would agree that wearing wet (not damp, but really truly wet) jeans is one of the more uncomfortable things one can do, especially if they smell faintly of cow manure.
Today it looks like it will rain for much of the day, so we may need to get a ride home when we finish work. Realistically, it looks like we'll finish close to 11:30 or noon, because we have very little work to do today. We may spend the afternoon at home watching movies and planning travel.
I can't wait to take another shower and put on clean clothes. This pretty much sucks. Ah well, I'll do better next time.
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