Blog like a Champion

One day road rage will claim the lives of me and my frail little 10 speed. As the cleanup crew scrapes my body off the ground a rookie cop will puke and then say, “Why was this loser riding his bike on a busy road anyway?” Commuter Bike riding is a calling. Because of this calling, I stare death in the face every day. Actually it swoops up behind me in the form of an angry tractor trailer whose weighty draft pulls me toward the double yellow line as he rides by laughing like a crazy man mocking the moon. I ride this lonely road, it is the only road I ride and I ride alone. Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whao-oh, whoooaaa-oh.