Yesterday while I was biking to the printmaking lab, I was in a ridiculous situation involving another two regular cars, myself, and one of those frequent-stopsy parking vehicles. The driver waved us past, I yielded to the two other cars coming towards me, and then proceeded to bike past the parking vehicle like a champ and give its driver a little wave to say thanks.
At which point, my weird linen yoga pants caught in my waterbottle cage, propelling me forward (while still on my bike) that I was sitting on my bike frame, with the seat jabbing into my back, and my pedals at my knees. I flailed around a bit and managed to get my bearings and sit on the seat again. So, like any reasonable person, I said, out loud, to myself: "That was embarrassing."
There's a part of me that thinks that this story would be more funny if one of the two cyclists behind me that I hadn't noticed had chimed in at this point and said, for example, "Yes it was." Instead, when I went to look behind me at the driver who could reasonably have been laughing, I noticed two now really awkward, totally silent cyclists.
Maybe not a qualifying story for my next stand-up comedy routine, but I hear a lot of angry cycling stories this time of year (from cyclists and drivers), so a mostly harmless and perhaps funny one can't hurt.
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