...sometimes the bear eats you.
Subtitle: Why MTB shoes are better than road shoes.
Whilst riding yesterday I heard a car approaching, then kids shouting, then felt something whiz past my head. Teens in a car threw something at me, AND insulted my spandex. I tried to catch the car but it took off. Then I saw the car turn left. I knew that road ended at a T intersection. I had a 50% chance. There was a soggy field and yards to my left. I let my emotions get the better of me. I laid my bike down, picked up an apple core and a rock (I was pretty sure it was one of these they had thrown) and started running. I wouldn't have made it thru the field on my bike or trying to run fast in road shoes.
Sure enough, at the other side of the field, there was the car slowing for a stop sign.
First I threw the apple core, it went right into the driver's window. Then I threw the rock at the rear of the car (didn't want to hit anyone). All the while I was yelling, you know, encouraging things these young people (Don't do drugs. Stay in school. Why do you think they call it dope...etc.).
Apparently a grey-haired, 40-something in full Irish National kit, charging your car is enough to freak some kids out. They took off in a puff of smoke and I'm thinking the driver might need new seat covers.
Now I don't recommend this type of action, but I've been yelled at, been cut off, and had things thrown at me.
Sometimes you eat the bear and sometimes the bear eats you.
I'm here to tell you that bear meat taste good.
Subtitle: Why MTB shoes are better than road shoes.
Whilst riding yesterday I heard a car approaching, then kids shouting, then felt something whiz past my head. Teens in a car threw something at me, AND insulted my spandex. I tried to catch the car but it took off. Then I saw the car turn left. I knew that road ended at a T intersection. I had a 50% chance. There was a soggy field and yards to my left. I let my emotions get the better of me. I laid my bike down, picked up an apple core and a rock (I was pretty sure it was one of these they had thrown) and started running. I wouldn't have made it thru the field on my bike or trying to run fast in road shoes.
Sure enough, at the other side of the field, there was the car slowing for a stop sign.
First I threw the apple core, it went right into the driver's window. Then I threw the rock at the rear of the car (didn't want to hit anyone). All the while I was yelling, you know, encouraging things these young people (Don't do drugs. Stay in school. Why do you think they call it dope...etc.).
Apparently a grey-haired, 40-something in full Irish National kit, charging your car is enough to freak some kids out. They took off in a puff of smoke and I'm thinking the driver might need new seat covers.
Now I don't recommend this type of action, but I've been yelled at, been cut off, and had things thrown at me.
Sometimes you eat the bear and sometimes the bear eats you.
I'm here to tell you that bear meat taste good.
