an exercise in writing about thoughts
It started off quite simply but I'm definitely regretting it now. Okay, at least I'm across 55th street. It's illegal to ride on the pavement isn't it? But people do do it all the time, so I should be okay right? Okay, one step at a time. Well, more like one pedal at a time really. Why did I say I'll be okay riding it back? I haven't ridden in years. How many years has it been.....?
What's the sound? Okay turn back subtly. It might be my fault but I doubt it. Okay good, it's just some cyclist. Wonder what happened? Well it doesn't matter. I'm just going to keep walking. Woah, she just passed me. I fucking hate people who ride on the pavement. And she's really bad too. Oh god, she's going to hit that tree. Okay, no she didn't.
Woah, nearly hit that tree there. Oh this stupid book bag is totally throwing my balance. Let's see, I'm going to try and shift it over a bit. There. Much better.... woah. Okay that lamppost came out of nowhere. Aww fuck, the bag slipped off my shoulder again. Damn it. Okay, one pedal at a time. Almost at the next stoplight. I'll adjust the bag again when I... fuck, nearly hit a freakin' baby in a stroller. Seriously, they need to make these pavements wider....
Wow that's some seriously bad riding. Exactly why cyclists should keep off the damn pavement. She could have killed that baby. Well, hurt the baby seriously. Or somewhat. Whatever. You know, I never got a good look at her. I wonder what she looks like. Her back is somewhat attractive, but who knows? She's going pretty slow. Maybe I can keep up, and if she fell I could "save" her. Okay, she's stopped at the light...
Alright, time to adjust this damn bag. Okay, let's see how can I keep it from sliding down.. damn it the light's turned green. Okay what to do..... alright I'll get across 53rd street first. Okay, easy, easy... aw fuck! Freakin' lamppost! Alright, turn right, get off the road, come on...
Oh wow that looked dangerous. Seriously, what is she thinking? Okay, I can't catch up. I'm going to just turn right here. I wonder where she's headed. Sure hope she gets there. Oh what the hell, what do I care?
Damn this stupid bike. He better freakin' love it.
What's the sound? Okay turn back subtly. It might be my fault but I doubt it. Okay good, it's just some cyclist. Wonder what happened? Well it doesn't matter. I'm just going to keep walking. Woah, she just passed me. I fucking hate people who ride on the pavement. And she's really bad too. Oh god, she's going to hit that tree. Okay, no she didn't.
Woah, nearly hit that tree there. Oh this stupid book bag is totally throwing my balance. Let's see, I'm going to try and shift it over a bit. There. Much better.... woah. Okay that lamppost came out of nowhere. Aww fuck, the bag slipped off my shoulder again. Damn it. Okay, one pedal at a time. Almost at the next stoplight. I'll adjust the bag again when I... fuck, nearly hit a freakin' baby in a stroller. Seriously, they need to make these pavements wider....
Wow that's some seriously bad riding. Exactly why cyclists should keep off the damn pavement. She could have killed that baby. Well, hurt the baby seriously. Or somewhat. Whatever. You know, I never got a good look at her. I wonder what she looks like. Her back is somewhat attractive, but who knows? She's going pretty slow. Maybe I can keep up, and if she fell I could "save" her. Okay, she's stopped at the light...
Alright, time to adjust this damn bag. Okay, let's see how can I keep it from sliding down.. damn it the light's turned green. Okay what to do..... alright I'll get across 53rd street first. Okay, easy, easy... aw fuck! Freakin' lamppost! Alright, turn right, get off the road, come on...
Oh wow that looked dangerous. Seriously, what is she thinking? Okay, I can't catch up. I'm going to just turn right here. I wonder where she's headed. Sure hope she gets there. Oh what the hell, what do I care?
Damn this stupid bike. He better freakin' love it.
posted by keong at 9:52 PM
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