Tuesday, March 30, 2010
You are so big...
and i am so small.
You are so fast, and even with my "cute little legs churning away" (my father's expression) I only go 20 mph. Tops!
What looks like a wide open shoulder to you, may be full of gravel and shattered glass to me.
A pothole that may give you a little bump would pop my tire.
When I have been churning away for 60-70 miles and the adrenaline has run out - when the lactic acid builds and my mind has turned to jelly - just a sudden yell or swoosh could topple me into the shoulder or worse!
Or the time a driver coming towards me threw a super-sized cup of cola straight at my handlebars....
Don't hurt me, cars.
I'm not hurting you.