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| Photo- My bike in the dark. |
It all started when I tried starting my car outside my work. It was right after work as I sprinting across the parking lot. You know that little boost of freedom as you are leaving work for the day. It’s kind of like a kid being released from school for the day. There I was all set in my cycling clothes and anticipating a bike ride with a friend. With happy thoughts, I put the key in the ignition and zilch! Nada! Argh!
The guy is still honking and yelling (through closed
windows). We come to a stop light and
stop. The front passenger side of his
car is almost touching my leg. He doesn’t
want to give any of the car lane up. My
friend yells that we can’t hear him and he rolls down a window and yells that
we should be in the bike lane. Christine
says,” Sir this is not a bike lane here.”
I yell that we are allowed by law up to 3 feet of the car lane by
law. “No you are not!” He yells
back. “Yes, according to the law
sir. Perhaps, you need to be more aware
of your car driving laws.” Christine says nicely.
The light changes and he tromps on the gas going widely
around us. In his rush he almost hits
car in on coming traffic. We kind of
shrug him off and continue on our way.
Shortly there after we come to a stop sign, where we did a “California
Next thing we know we are being asked to pull over by a
motorcycle cop. “Do you know why I
pulled you over?” he says. We stated
that it was because we didn’t stop like we should have at the stop sign. He asked for our driver’s lisc. Which I think
he was surprised that both of us had.
Then he mentioned about another driver that had complained about
us. We nicely stated our position on
that and he even went as far as stating that we could have been two abreast
along that same area. He finally just
warned us and wished us a safe ride. The
whole rest of the ride we made sure we were stopping for those stop signs.
After the ride with Christine, I rode my bike back to my car
sitting outside my work. I tried turning the key but nothing. This time I did notice that it was like the
ignition was loose. I called AAA and
told them that I thought it just needed a jump start. I was told me 25 to 30 minutes. About 25 minutes later a driver shows up but
not in a tow truck. He’s got jumper
cables and after two minutes of playing with the key in the ignition. He tells me that my ignition needs to be
replaced. He gives me the option of
calling a lock smith or a tow truck. But
the lock smith is after hours and might not have the right parts. I opt to have it towed.
So out goes the call for the tow truck. 30 minutes later this lanky talk your head
off guy shows up in a tow truck. He
spends almost the next hour trying to get my car into reverse so that he can
get it backed up to hook it up to his truck.
The whole time he was going on and on; and I guess I reminded him of one
of his favorite sisters of which he had 5 of all of whom were older than him.
Meanwhile, I’m thinking if I was his older sister I would
have been locking him up in a closet to get a moment of silence. Eventually,
the car was backed up with the help of a co-worker that showed up out of the
blue to pick up something from the office.
I left shortly after that in the dark with my lights on my bicycle and
rode home. It was about 10PM when I
finally managed to get my bicycle up to my 3rd floor apartment, and
I had yet to have dinner. Oh What a
Night! What an unusual night it was indeed.
Checking In…
Weight up 1 lb. and stats for the week are rather down…
Cycling—70 miles
Running—3.25 miles
Elliptical—14 minutes
And
One Pilates class
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