rode my bike to school for the first time today.
the whole time i kept worrying about getting to trax. I had never done this before, and I hate looking like i don't know whas going on. what if i can't lift my bike? what if there aren't enough spots?
I made it fine, got my bike on fine, and with my power stance, i kept the bike sturdy up the hill.
I rode my bike downhill after school, but because I am chicken, decided I'd get on trax at the stadium. I kept thinking, everyone else enjoys a good downhill ride but I am going slower than I would uphill so that I don't crash and die.
I am also thinking, I have got to be the only one that has ever gone on trax, with my bicycle. to ride it down hill.
made it on.
things were going fine, but i was wondering how going down hill while holding a bike would work.
not so well.
trax made a right turn and i lost control. I got thrown to the ride side and my bike lead me there, slamming into the metal door-- which made quite the booming noise.
a nice young man actually ran to come help me gain control of my bike. while a not so nice young man sitting nearby looked at me apathetically.
I stood in the stairwell thinking about what had just happened.
I looked back before I got off with my incompetence face stamp, and the nice man tried to tell me to get to the other side so people could board. luckily, I am not stupid and was planning to get off. and i did. and made it home safe and sweaty.
well friends, that is my first experience of real deal embarrassment.
lets face it, I almost cried of shame.
my pride hurt a lot worse than my skinned elbow.
and the question is, will i ever ride my bike to school again?
mmmmmm. we'll see about that.