| | Soo..Friday. Massive bike ride 2.0
It started out late, seeing as how someone got to my house late (*glare in rick's general direction*) AND then my mum had to rant at me for hours about safety issues, including hitting deer with my bike, Rick hitting me with his bike, and being mugged.
She also made me wear a helmet. Which Rick thought was hilarious. But I know deep down it made me look professional and he was jealous. Maybe.
I'm getting pretty high-tech with this whole shenanagin. I even had gloves, because last time I nearly broke my hands into pieces. Stupid bike trail.
It also wasn't good in the beginning because rick "fixed" my seat the day before..only when we got on the trail it like fell off. So we had to take a detour to this random car place and rick was like "can i have a wrench?" and they thought we were crazy.
they are not wrong.
so my seat was all fixed. huzzah.
then we rode for like 13 miles when we took a water brake. rick made fun of my "10 pound trail mix bag". stupid. it was like..3 pounds at the most.
Hey, I love trail mix. What of it.
while we were sitting in the grass eating our munchies and drinking our litres of water rick reached over to me with an m&m in his hand and i thought he was going to start feeding me but instead he shoved it up my nose.
totally out of nowhere. yes. 
and then he's like "let me get it out!" and trying to get it out ended up pushing it in farther. by then i was screaming "I'm going to die, you moron, you killed me!!!"
then I blew and it came out. but still. i took a photo of the after effects. if my camera was charged i'd show you. but my dad lost the charger. gah.
juuuuuuust kidding, here is the picture(s) see, i'm screaming because he's trying to kill me and he's just laughing because me dying is hilarious.
  
Weapon of Choice:
lalalala. riding for about 20 years. one stop at this insanely nice mcdonalds. they played classical music. we were both very shocked. the suburban kids were scared of me because by now i was very very red and urban. and they were all very very very white.
I decided to document my precense in one of america's top 100 McDonald's. I'm serious, they won that award.
lalalalalalalalalalalala. 20 more years of riding. stop at the lake forest bike shop so we could buy a lock because rick forgot one. or i did, i don't remember. spent about half and eternity there because rick was chatting with the stupid store owner forever while i was outside guarding the bikes.
finally we get to where one of the trails end and you have to turn onto an actual street to find the start of the next one. we go under this underpass and emerge in the middle of North Chicago. ie the ghetto. we saw: a few prostitues, 4 drug deals, one drunk lady wandering around with a huge bottle of whiskey.
even rick was starting to get nervous and he's usually the one charging into danger without a care in the world for his safety or the safety of the people moronic enough to follow him (ie me).
this is also where all the signs pointing to the next trail end.
and where it started torential downpouring.
also where, after riding down this one street for about 2 miles, the lovely street turned into a highway.
also where we decided we were lost beyond hope. and wet and cold and looking like drowned rats.
on the way back to the trail, i got into a drag race with a pimp car. with huge spinners and such. i would've won cept for the huge bump in the road that i could not slow down for because my brakes didn't work at all. (yes, these were the brakes rick fixed) so I nearly flipped of my bike. but thats okay. stupid pimp car drag races.
by now, we were sick of those whole business. we rode back to lake bluff, took a 3 mile detour to panera, slouched into panera looking like death and a half, scared all the employess, threw our stuff on the floor, and curled up in a booth. ate soup. i told rick to leave me there and pick me up later. he didn't. because i would probably still be there. eating bread crumbs.
My sexy gloves/wallet at Panera:
somewhere, somehow, i found the strength to ride the 40 miles back home.
Me, Dead at McDonalds on the way back:
and finally:
I'm holding my breath because I had really really bad hiccups. I thought it was worth documenting.
when we got there rick ate a whole pizza. all i feel like eating is trail mix. its been like that for a few days. o_O
the craziest thing is i'm probably going to end up doing the whole thing again next week. only go farther.
this time i will make rick bring a map. he thought he "knew the streets" and "didn't need a map".
which explains why we ended up on Skid Row being offered crack by drunk hobo-prostitutes.
knew the streets indeed.
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| | Posted 7/23/2006 12:34 PM - 49 Views - 10 eProps - 7 comments
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