I managed to make both of the lights down Penn, 66th and that son of a bitch light on 69th on my way to work today. I always get caught on the son of bitch light on 69th. Always. It's like Lucy with Charlie Brown's football between me and that son of a bitch light on 69th.
I made it today.
It's gonna be a good day.
I don't care about the wind.
I don't care about the cold.
I rode my bike and I made it past the son of a bitch light on 69th!
I made it today.
It's gonna be a good day.
I don't care about the wind.
I don't care about the cold.
I rode my bike and I made it past the son of a bitch light on 69th!
4 comments:
Sometimes the little things make all the difference.
I know how you feel......
I don't ride down Penn in Richburg. Too many a-holes.
I find that when you get past 66th, the traffic dies off and I can usually get a lane to myself and nobody bugs me. 7 AM or 4:30 PM, no worries. Sometimes I wander through the safe, warm flabby gramma arms of Richfield's suburban streets.
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