May 5, 2008
I decided this weekend would be my big, “get back into biking” weekend. I dug around and found some of my old riding gear, a styrofoam helmet, one glove and my Nike biking shoes. Upon further consideration, I decided I would rather die than be seen in any of this stuff, so I rolled up my jeans, put on my Chucks and a ball cap and hit the road.
I went to Ft. Wayne to ride because there are supposed to be some really good bike trails up there. I managed to find one of the trail heads and headed out on my rusted black beauty. It was really fun. The trail system runs for miles along the St. Joe and Maume rivers. I did get lost at one point and found myself peddling thru the skyscrapers in downtown Ft. Wayne, (I’m still not sure how that happened). I ended up in a downtown park with about half a brazilian people standing in line for something. I asked what was going on and it turns out some fellow named Obama was speaking in a pavilion there about something.
As I biked on I grew more confidant and tried a very aggressive shift which threw my chain off the front sprocket and it wrapped itself tightly around my front peddle. That took a while to fix. I got home around six and was determined to fire up the computer and make a picture to post here instead of this, but after I took a shower I laid down on the bed and found that I could no longer move my arms and legs… so I stayed on the bed and watched the Bourne Ultimatum on TV… and then kinda dozed and woke thru the entire Stars-Sharks game… including all three overtimes… STARS WIN! HOO HOO!