One Less Car....

So, I am one less car. Seriously. The buick did not start today. What crap, what utter crap. So, i sacrificed comfort and road my fixed gear to work today.

So Soupie, Why didn't you call AAA, why didn't you get a jump, why didnt you put an electric blanket on your engine block? I was short on time, I had to go to class (missing was not an option, thanks landlord) and I do not have an electric blanket and extension cord. After making sure my battery was most certainly dead by trying to start my car 10 times, i scrambled to get my stuff together. The ride was frigid, breathtakingly beautiful, and very hard at times. Perhaps i should have titled this "Uphill and into the wind" or "Everything is Frozen, and soon I will be". Riding down second avenue along the river was breath taking, cruising down 88 was frigid, and climbing up becks run road was difficult. Everytime I got out of the saddle, my shell turned into a sail and just pushed on me.

I guess I could sum up most of the ride in describing a situation (that happened during the ride). On carson street, in the long stretch before the blue belt, a line of traffic had accumulated behind me. Usually people will honk or beep if I am not far enough over for them, but today there was slush everywhere except where i was riding and the cars were driving. Neither of us wanted to sink our wheels into the brown road gravy and a line formed. Then I hear honking in the distance, "what's the hold up". Then there was a critical point where all of the cars started passing me. The last car in the line was a Chevy Cavalier with an old woman with bobby pins and the whole works, behind the wheel. She emmitted this short little angry beep. She was passing me, and had to let me know that she was peturbed. So in a fashion comparable to a "bichon" dog barking at me, the old woman reminded me that I was on a bicycle.

That was all that beeb could have done. It wasn't loud enough to scare me, or piss me off. I had to use my own judgement to acknowledge that she was jacked. It just snapped me out of my anarobic daze. *YOU ARE ON YOUR BIKE*