Rated PG 11.

I’ve always known that my tendency to be distracted by anything and everything would make commuting to work slightly more interesting. Well, on the way home tonight I became seriously distracted by some fowl roadkill in the bike lane at Ashlan and Highway 168 (play on words intended, yes, please laugh). This dead bird looked like it could have died from old age until I got closer and realized its guts had totally exploded out the other side. I’m thinking flying bird versus semi truck? Regardless, I stared at this bird in amazement for far too long. As I looked over my right shoulder and then under my right arm trying to figure out how this bird met its demise, I began to drift towards the curb. I realized I was drifting once I dropped (1/2 inch difference from asphalt to concrete) into the gutter. Being used to a mountain bike, I figured I would just ease left and get back on the asphalt. Well, little narrow tires don’t just jump up an asphalt/concrete seam that isn’t so seamless. My front tire especially just slide right along the seam as I began to fall over onto my left side. Fortunately, my backpack wasn’t too heavy and it didn’t shift my weight faster than I could react. So, I put my huge foot down while slamming on the brakes. After a goofy hop that almost put my on my right hip, I got my balance and kept going. Can you imagine if I was clipped in (not using clips right now…and you can see why).

If I had more energy, I would have done a video reenacting this stupid move but I am tired so you are left to using your imagination. Another decision based on inexperience. Oh well, I’m enjoying riding my bike back and forth anyway.