I'm sitting here with anxiety on the bus. Usually I relax and sleep on the bus. Is it the new seats? Is it the work stress? I look around and think about how well prepared I am for the day, but I just can't settle. I keep checking the LCD screen announcing the date and time.
Oh! They took the route indicator off the screen! It only takes one express route to Chapel Hill instead of Durham to make sure you get on the right route.
Should I ask the driver? Getting sleepy... Never mind. I'll get there. Eventually.
Tuesday, September 29, 2015
Thursday, September 17, 2015
BikeMS
I spent two day riding a long, slow, many miles. I changed tubes and sat with fallen riders. I pulled when single riders wanted to join groups. I thanked volunteers and policeman. I love meeting riders who have ridden every year for 27 years next to the newbies. You get a pass if you're on a bike. Further, a bike in a charity event gets you double miles with me.
The most humbling part of riding in a charity event is to be served by those you intend to serve. After all, I was the volunteer.
I was not prepared for some conversations. I met a woman in a wheelchair who controlled her movements by a joystick near her mouth. I was not prepared for a dad with teenaged twin daughters checking to make sure I had sunscreen ... from his wheelchair. I was not prepared to accept more fritos from somebody suffering from more pain than me. I was in the middle of my second century ride in as many days, but I couldn't imagine their suffering.
The most humbling part of riding in a charity event is to be served by those you intend to serve. After all, I was the volunteer.
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Tuesday, September 8, 2015
In-fighting
I had an interaction with a retired military person of unknown rank this weekend. I was riding the right tire marking of the lane. He let me know that "somebody" called the cops on him for riding the lane, just as I was doing. One would think he was worried about me!
While seemingly concerned for the safety of himself and our group, he was blowing red lights. On this self-described casual ride, he pushed the pace to 23-25mph. He told me about how the two guys riding with him were also former military down there on vacation. I told him how I'm a single mom of 3 and when his guys stopped with me at the lights, I would catch him again. I can sometimes read a room, so I ditched them for my pretty sunrise pictures...
And then weirdly "somebody" called the cops.
The cop told me to ride the bike lane. He told me that outside the solid white line without any markings is the bike lane. We agreed at least that neither of us wants me to get hit by a car. This is a picture of that bike lane.
Why do you think we fight each other like this?
While seemingly concerned for the safety of himself and our group, he was blowing red lights. On this self-described casual ride, he pushed the pace to 23-25mph. He told me about how the two guys riding with him were also former military down there on vacation. I told him how I'm a single mom of 3 and when his guys stopped with me at the lights, I would catch him again. I can sometimes read a room, so I ditched them for my pretty sunrise pictures...And then weirdly "somebody" called the cops.
The cop told me to ride the bike lane. He told me that outside the solid white line without any markings is the bike lane. We agreed at least that neither of us wants me to get hit by a car. This is a picture of that bike lane.
Why do you think we fight each other like this?
Sunday, September 6, 2015
Saturday, September 5, 2015
Vacation
Today is not about the bike. It's about the ride. And maybe a little bit about that bird, and this big banyan tree. It's a good day.
Friday, September 4, 2015
I (heart) the bus
Maybe you remember my story about the stupid bag. It was a day I tried to make my life easier by hopping the bus to the airport. It didn't work out. Today is better.
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Wednesday, September 2, 2015
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