ANYWAY
Just spent the past few days in D.C. with my ol' pal Kerm, and because Kerms is such a awesome friend, he had an extra bike for me to ride! Riding in D.C. was quite the experience. I forgot how fun mountain bikes can be. You can literally smash over ANYTHING you want. For the first time in quite some time, I was hitting every pothole I could. Just to smash over them!
I was surprised that such a young city yielded very few cyclists (particularly commuters). I'm going to give the city the benefit of the doubt and assume I was just in the wrong part(s) of town, but seriously, I saw very few bikers. And even less bike racks. Get it together D.C. Perhaps this phenomena can be attributed to the fact the D.C.'s metro system rocks fuzzy socks! Or perhaps it is because the cars don't seem to take too kindly to bikers in their lanes (I found it best to stick to quieter streets). Either way, I thoroughly enjoyed my little Tour d'Captial. The city is pocketed with lots of cool communities and the brick buildings are painted with an array of colors. A visual treat!
Speaking of visual treats, I got to watch this guy walking in front of me step in a giant dog turd. What made this particularly funny, was that he realized his misstep, and turned around looking all sorts of horrified. Not because he stepped in fecal matter, but because he thought someone might have seen the smashing of the turd (in his silly suite and nice shoes). And he was right. I did see him. And you know what I did? Well I tried to be nice and hold my composure, but I ended up giggling right in front of him. He then proceeded to turn bright red, walk across the street, and wipe his shoe off at a safe distance from the unsympathetic meanie (me). Ooops. Really what I should have done is thank him, because hell, who knows, that could have been me.
oh well.
-The Velodict
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