Downshifting
drifting, listing to the right,
I fell on my bike the other day
flipped over the front of it actually
but kept myself in a navy crawl frog position
landed kind of on my stomach, kind of on my knees
and then a split second later my bike had finished its flip and it landed on my back.
Nothing really happened except this nice man came by— he had seen it.
I got up and was walking back and forth
and he dusted leaves off of me and felt my head in the back where the bike hit it.
I had a bump and the man was gentle, respectful.
He asked how it felt to walk and asked where all the places were that I thought I hit.
I said here here here and here especially.
And I said, “Did you see my bike land on me?”
He said, “The whole thing was kind of bad.”
And I think he wanted to downplay it.
He was about my age and I wanted to say hey, I’m not really asking you out on a date but you are so kind and if there isn’t a woman in your life who
would be upset about it would you like to have a coffee with me?
but then I thanked him instead and unexpectedly hopped on my bike and started riding away to catch up with my son.
And the guy was saying to my back, “Really? You’re just going to ride your bike?” Like maybe I was supposed to be traumatized or something.
But maybe he wanted me to walk with him for a minute…
The truth is I really wasn’t hurt at all except for a couple of
scrapes and big bump on my left quad muscle and bikes are second nature to me, so yeah, I’m gonna ride.
So I rode for awhile and I felt like I had just been in a soft pillow with that dude. The feeling of being so comfortable wasn’t leaving me and I thought man, I rode away so fast, how come? He would have felt like an idiot yelling after me, I made it impossible for him. He was a shy guy anyway, I could tell. Or at least was sort of surprised by the exchange.
I could have helped him out could have just said hey thanks are you on facebook? do you wanna do the friend thing…?
So now I’m imagining what if I had done that and turns out he's single and we got in touch…. and then my mind goes into a happy little land of strong forearms and twinkly laughing and good food and boats and lakes and music and *** in the kitchen and laughing so hard you blow milk out of your nose.
And THEN I remember….when you fall in love you it’s all fun and stuff but, in reality, there is a whole entire other person attached.
And that person has all these appendages that are called family and they are a part of the package and you end up having to get along with a bunch of people you ordinarily wouldn’t say more than five words to. You have to see them at every holiday. You have to buy them presents. You have to bake stuff and decorate stuff. And besides the family, the dude himself always has issues of some sort that, no matter how much you love him, are annoying as ****. Why is that?
And then I think, this…this… this is precisely why I ride my bike. So I can think.