Today, I rode down to Avila Beach with some friends. On the road into the main part of town, I decided to stretch my legs by swinging them way back behind me–like a one-legged Superman. I did this for a while and lots of cars passed by me, no doubt impressed by my awesome display of cycling prowess.
When I pulled up to the main stoplight in town, I had stopped the stretching and clipped back in to my pedals. All those cars that passed me were idling next to me, waiting for the light to change.
I manage to unclip my shoe from the pedal, but just as I start to put it down, it suddenly clicks back in just as my momentum stops.
I crash to the pavement, but manage to flip my bike up until I’m lying on my back–upside-down cycling at 0mph. “Sweet, I saved it,” I think.
The car door just above my face opens, and I hear a woman ask me if I’m all right, the water from my open bottles starts pouring onto me.
I’m being waterboarded by my own bike in the middle of the busiest intersections of one of the busiest tourist towns in the area.
But at least I’ll always have the memory of one-legged Superman.
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