Posted by Willow on September 7, 2001, at 21:12:07
In reply to Re: Bikes and booze. » gdog, posted by Greg A. on September 7, 2001, at 18:04:14
Thanks Sar! Reading your posts always makes me feel younger, a walk down memory lane. You remind me of my friend ..., who's brother was a friend of my brother's long before I knew her. Her brother is one of the guys who I had a mad crush on. (I wonder if Kazoo would be surprised to know he wasn't the first?) Anyway years later my brother spills the beans saying that it was obvious that I had a crush on his buddy. I felt myself shrink.
What does this have to do with bikes and booze you may ask? I was nineteen, newly wed, and my main form of transportation was my bike. We had gone out for lunch with friends and afterwards decided to go to a bar for a drink. My husband married me because I was a cheap drunk.
After two drinks, we were headed for our honeymoon nest and I wondered aloud if it was safe to ride impaired. Everyone assured me this was fine. Now our apartment was quite a distance from there if you were to walk, by bicycle it didn't seem as bad. (My excuse.) So off I went.
It must have been a Sunday because one of the main streets was deserted. There was a corner store. This is were my eye for the opposite sex got me in trouble. One of them walked out of the store as I was crossing through the intersection. Somehow my foot managed to miss the pedal. (Excuse number two, I must have been watching the guy, but I still don't understand how that would have affected my feet, since I don't watch my feet as I pedal a bike.) I ended up flying over the bike.
People came out of no where to help. I just wanted to disappear. I reached my arm out to my disappearing husband, yelled out his name. He looked back and started laughing. I assured everybody that I was fine and began the trek home with a warped front tire.
So many thanks again Sar for bringing up a memory that reminds me of the joys of youth.
Hawkeyed Willow
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