Last Tuesday I came ripping down 34th and turned right to do my standard merge onto Baseline. Imagine my horror when I saw a huge spread of little gravel chunks all over the acceleration lane with no workers, pylons, or construction signs anywhere nearby?
And you'll not that Baseline between 17th and Broadmore isn't exactly smooth anymore. The areas that were tarred and gravelled are definately raised a good inch.
Of course I'm generalizing from a single example here, but everyone does that. At least I do.
I came to a realisation this morning. One that I'm sure I'm not alone in.
My life weighs heavy upon me. Every friend, relative, coworker, job, task, or hobby. All are strings to be woven, straws to be carried and balls to be juggled at once and every new one added takes away from the time you can devote to the others. No matter the time or the place there is always someone or something to think of.
It's been raining nearly constantly for the last 5 days, but I rode into work last night anyways. After a long 12 hour shift I witnessed the first sunrise I've seen in over a week, the sky was clear this morning.
I suit up and walk out to my bike, she purrs gently to life with a little cough and I wait patiently for the engine to warm up. Some coworkers in the parking lot stop to stare at the one nut who still rides despite the amount of rain we've had. I pop her into first and roll out of the parking lot, over the train tracks and onto the street.
I bang my way up through the gears and marvel at how quickly things start moving, down a short track and onto the highway. Where the white dotted lines beside me quickly become a solid blur that twists and weaves along my left, then my right as I flow back and forth between the lanes. This feels right. I lose myself to the speed and the turns.
The sun which I haven't seen in days peeks out from behind a fog bank, then dissapears again, wisps of fog flit past my visor, and cars are naught but a set of red tail lights to float past. With the wind howling in my ears, and the engine shaking my hands I feel... I feel right, this is where I was meant to be.
And I cannot help but wonder why I'm headed home. I could just keep going.
Of course I'm generalizing from a single example here, but everyone does that. At least I do.
I added 3HP to my bike today. I couldn't book my mechanic in time, so I had to do the work myself. It took me 5 minutes. 3 minutes to figure out how to open the package...
Of course I'm generalizing from a single example here, but everyone does that. At least I do.
Sevulturus wrote:I added 3HP to my bike today. I couldn't book my mechanic in time, so I had to do the work myself. It took me 5 minutes. 3 minutes to figure out how to open the package...
So.... I just ran a red light in front of about 50 cops.
Ed, Betty and I were out for a nice ride tonight, and with the playoffs happening, Whyte Ave is COVERED in people watching the game. There's been a riot every time Edmonton has won for the entire playoffs, so the cops hang out there habitually on game night now. Like groups of three of them every 10 yards.
So Ed was leading, Betty was middle, and I was drag going down Whyte, Ed hits the light as it turns yellow and goes through, Betty goes past the yellow and it clicks to red as my front tire hits the stop line.... at 60kmh. So I just kept going.
Fortunately the cops were more interested in the people on foot then the guy on a bike, but MAN that was a wierd feeling doing something illegal with that many cops around!
Of course I'm generalizing from a single example here, but everyone does that. At least I do.
Sevulturus wrote:So.... I just ran a red light in front of about 50 cops....
So Ed was leading, Betty was middle, and I was drag going down Whyte, Ed hits the light as it turns yellow and goes through, Betty goes past the yellow and it clicks to red as my front tire hits the stop line.... at 60kmh. So I just kept going.
Fortunately the cops were more interested in the people on foot then the guy on a bike, but MAN that was a wierd feeling doing something illegal with that many cops around!
I'll bet you were secretly thrilled to do that... and would've liked to see them RUN after you ON FOOT for running that red. Good thing I decided to stop at the next one in front of the rest of the cops...
Ya right, there are only 2 kinds of bikes: It's a Ninja... look that one's a Harley... oh there's a Ninja... Harley...Ninja...
and would've liked to see them RUN after you ON FOOT for running that red. Good thing I decided to stop at the next one in front of the rest of the cops... 
there are only 2 kinds of bikes: It's a Ninja... look that one's a Harley... oh there's a Ninja... Harley...Ninja...
