Blood pressure risingMy blood pressure is way up and it's because I traded laborious intensive SoTPC exercise bike riding for glorious, not-laborious outside bike riding. At least that's the only thing that's different so I am on meds and back to riding the exercise bike. I'll still get BYB time but that's pure fun, not exercise (it is; it's just my body needs more just to keep even).It is what it is; a trite expression but tight and apt.
Articles from Harrangue Man
There were a pair of them; they'd come through the gate that is almost always locked. I was in the shed and the new placement of the desk affords a concealed look through the small bird bush to the gate and door of the house.One of them was looking at me but I didn't know if she could actually see me given the small bird bush.
I thought he was sitting down but he was standing so when I took off he fell out of the back from four feet up and landed with a crack on the concrete. The helmet wasn't clipped on but it stayed on and protected his head. Without it he could be dead.The accident was my fault---I have should have checked before heading off he was safely seated---and he didn't want to get back in.
Nearly creamed self on an another lamppost (2d6)I went off the path in an overshoot just missed a smack into a lamppost. Am I drawn to them as a moth to a flame? Or is this just a natural cluster of near lampposting which happens to all cyclists?I once rode into a bike path divider---hit it centre on with the front tyre and bounced back.Maybe I'm just shit at riding bikes?I'm my own Rank Organisation (2d6)The movie company The Rank Organisation features a man striking a large gong.
There was construction by the side of the bike path so the path turned from level tar to sloped, rugged grass. Good for pedestrians and two-wheeled bikes; bad for three wheels. I tried to keep on the right side of the cones but the trike had other ideas and down the slope I went. I was tipping as I came close to the lamppost and me and the BYB fell into it.
The bitter irony was that not 24 hours beforehand I'd bragged about how me and the BYB were in sync like me as a 12-year-old in sync with my then bike. I grew up in a town that you could get anywhere to on a bike within 40 minutes and it was the '80s so you and your bike would vanish during the day then appear again around darkness. No contact; presumed okay.
SulliedI'd put on a tight blue shirt, not that tight, but it was nice. My nose was dripping though and I looked down to see a fat dribble of snot had soiled it. Total wearing time < 30 seconds.I think that's a record.Sneaky catI heard the distant light clunk of the screen door close and knowing I was the only one home I investigated. The black cat was out and under the BYB. I grabbed her and hustled her back in.