Pedal Strike

I’ve always been skeptical of out of body experiences and the people that “experience” them. I remember, back in high school, a girl once told me how she got so high [off weed] that she felt like she had become the glass of water on her desk.

Somehow I restrained myself from telling her that she was fucking insane. Or just incredibly dramatic. Because while I’ve been fucked up enough to stare intently into a glass of water for about 5 minutes, I’ve never actually become one.

But yesterday, I sort of came close to an out of body experience. Or, I understood how weird events can sort of make one part of your brain pause and pose a logical question [“what the fuck am I doing?”] while the other part of your brain is like “holy shit, this is awesome!”

You’ll laugh, but it’s because I rode no-handed for more than 2 seconds yesterday.

Cursed with the ability to knock down glasses, spill any open containers, fall out of my bed, and crash while not even moving on my bike, balancing on two wheels takes a lot of effort. Add five crashes and hideously scarred up knees to show for it, and I’m not so keen on taking both hands off the handlebars unless at least one foot is firmly planted on solid ground. This results in overcompensation on my part; when friends ride no handed, I’ll stubbornly stay in my drops, pretending as if I prefer that position, anyway.

But time on the rollers on a track bike makes you learn how to stay motionless while pedaling and gives you a new appreciation for how to use those hips to control the bike. And bored enough on my ride yesterday to throw caution to the wind, I tried it. And stared. And blinked. Because I was pedaling but there were these empty handlebars in front of me.

It was the weirdest thing. But so cool! I kept trying it, regardless of the fact that I was riding down Beacon and there were actually cars on the road. And like staring into that glass of water back in college, it gave me a strange sort of high.

Hours later, I even found myself staring into a glass of [the best] iced coffee [in Boston] at Cafe Fixe. While actually taking time to read a book for pleasure – something I haven’t done in I-can’t-remember-how-long. The irony being that the book [“Under the Banner of Heaven” by Jon Krakauer] is about Mormon fundamentalists. Which means it’s a total fucking trip.

Of course, for every high, there’s that sobering up period. So don’t be surprised if I crash spectacularly today, somewhere along Beacon or Comm Ave. Here’s to hoping it’s more like a weed high though, and that the worst thing I’ll do is end up eating 20 cookies, a bag of pretzels, and passing out on my floor.

Which would be a good thing. Because with NACCC starting tomorrow, I’d like to keep my injuries confined to those acquired on a bicycle.

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