I try not to partake in reckless endangerment at my own freewill. Be that as it may, persuading me is one of the simplest tasks out there. I am unsure of where this easily convinced gene stemmed from. I choose to blame it on my older brother and his friends. Take years of them telling you what to do without an option of saying no and you’ll understand.
Granted I try not to be completely irrational. I often momentary contemplate the consequences. Yet the intrinsic pressure to participate typically outweighs the logical option of spectator. After all sitting on the bleachers probably causes hemorrhoids; so that isn’t a safe bet either.
My asinine decision making skills have injured just that. Not once, but twice.
Enter the road bike incident of summer 2012.
If you aren’t aware bicycles can have different pedals. Particular pedals require certain shoes.
I have the pedals and the shoes – I lack the required skill. This was discovered the hard way, after countless failed attempts and a significant amount of creative cursing from my dad.
F-bomb was flying. I will not fail to mention the countless bruises in places I didn’t even know existed.
Who know a road bike that weights 12 pounds could dominate me from one side of the road to the other? Rough day, trust me on this one. Or as someone put it, un-f’n-believable. Tears and laughter – both happened.
Solution to the road bike dilemma: Summer 2012 – ride the mountain bike with sneakers instead. My dad determined this option is insufficient and that I will be attempting the road bike again this year. Enter again – life without an option of saying no.
I’ll let you process this stupidity and soon fill you in on the other asinine injury of mine. I know the suspense is killing you.
Some thoughts in the mean time:
Warm weather is approaching.
A trip home to visit my parents is in the near future.
My rational reasoning strategies have yet to turn up. I am sure they are out there with my ability to successful clip-in and out of bike. I doubt they will be found anytime soon.
Saying, “No.” is yet to be considered acceptable in my childhood home.
Wish me luck.