Oh what the heck

I don't really care about being 60.. I'm almost 61. I'm still running almost everyday. But I do believe that I will ride bicycle less and less. Why? I don't know it may be getting too dangerous. And I really don't feel like driving fifty miles to ride across the river. I've done the trails so many times..it's the same old thing...so boring. It seems the street are too dangerous and the trails too boring or too many people on them.

A car came within a foot of me today. I truly saw that I had no room for error. He was probably seven inches from my handlebars. My mistake perhaps other than being out there was riding perhaps too close to the curb which left me no place to go if I had too. I was riding in the twenty inch space between the edge of the road pavement and the curb and right there he was riding. Oh he had lots of room to move near the center line. He was driving a compact car. He had room. Either he was sedated, blind, stupid or tried to get as close as he could. I didn't alter - I had to room to do anything..but ride steady ahead. It seems a long time until his car passed and I was only too grateful that the cracked pavement and holes were shallow because I didn't even have room to dismount if it would have been necessary! Pretty bad isn't it when motorist don't care if they kill, cripple or injure permanently. So, from this day on, I will ride less and less.

I had a premonition actually early today, a feeling of uncertainly and even fear when I thought about riding because recently a friend heard someone got hit on a bicycle and called me to see if I was alright. So, the concern had lingered and was brought foreword into my consciousness this unseasonably beautiful clear, cool actually, August day that I couldn't resist. I had a warning and my spirit guides then made sure I came back unharmed. Trust me, I was ready to get back home. I'll walk next time - they'll have to jump the damn curb to get me from now on.

This is the time of my life where I treasure every waking moment of exploring my consciousness and wonder. There is so much to learn and explore that I not ready to have it messed up by some stupid, ignorant, jealous driver so is childish enough to try to scare a bicyclist. Like get a life! I was in no way hampering his trip. I was well off to the side. I said I was riding near the curb so he came over to be extra close to me as he passed by.

So I refuse to be a statistic - go find some other victim - you loser! It's the same as when I was very young and waited for the bus in the morning heading to work and this sicko came along and offered me ride. Yeah right! "I won't rape you!" Asshole! I thought you damn right you won't..I was in a bad mood that morning anyway. Stupid asshole man! Why are some men so sick in the head? Losers! And they always strike out to others and not act internally. They have to take out others before he take out themselves. Like I said - losers.

So anyway, because there are stupid people out there and medicated people, and drunks, and people on phones I give it all up. You win! Next time you'll have to jump the curb to try to get me because I will either be running or walking my errands - no more bicycling.

So there you are - guess I'll do more running in the park. Oh, I guess they'll be waiting for me there too. They are always sitting in cars parked way in the back as it is. Like I said - sickos. Or they are there waiting to meet up with other men - you know living on the "down low". Oh no, they're not gay, just living on the down low. They are married so they can't be gay.

Again, I give up! Cannot comprehend! No compute!