I am no Tour de France biker. In fact, my bike has pretty much been on the back porch under a tarp for a whole year. Ryan got up early and took his new mountain bike out for a spin last Saturday. When I finally got up I felt that my bike had been neglected long enough. I thought it would be FUN to go to a "near by" lake. I would like to pretend that I didn't know that it was down a dangerous road with no bike lane and 10 miles away, but I knew and continued. It was freakin' hot and I was without water and cell phone and about to be run over by a semi any minute. Once I reached the point of no return, I kept biking to Christy's house in Creedmoor (over 20 miles away). Cute Christy thought that I was the neighborhood children she appropriately calls Children of the Corn banging on her door, so she refrained from opening it. Thank heavens she finally realized that it was just an idiot that over estimates her abilities and takes little regard for safety. Even though she is great with child, she helped me throw the bike in the back of the jeep, took me home, and jumped in the pool with me.Dont worry I got chastized by Ryan upon my return. He told co-workers about my adventure and they thought he was talking about one of his patients.
