The County Line Sprint
Setting: Sunday evening, Devon and I are pedaling across the Carquinez Bridge into Crockett. We are approaching the Contra Costa County Line sign. For all you non-cyclist blog readers, geographical limit signs are universal sprint lines for bike riders. Winning the county line sprint gives you license to fist-pump and woot-woot for at least 20 feet...
Me: And you know what's dumb? The Golden Gate Bridge!
Devon: Oh really? Why's that?
Me, eying the sign: Um (shift gears)
bbbbbbbecause apparently (shift again)
4444444445 people a year (one last gear shift)
jjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjump off it? (get up to sprint)
Devon: (putting his hand on my shoulder like a parent blocking a toddler... we cross the line together, and no one gets to fist-pump) Ha! Nice try.
Me: Dammit! I thought I was being so sneaky!
Devon: Yeah, three gear shifts in one sentence, glancing at the big green sign, you are sooooo sneaky!
Me: Well anyway, they want to spend like 2 million dollars building some fence on the bridge so that people don't jump off it.
Devon: Yeah, that's pretty dumb. In a lot of ways... What do you think would happen if you jumped off this bridge on your bike? It's a lot lower than the Golden Gate Bridge. What would happen when you hit the water?
Me: Well, you'd probably get castrated by the impact. Not that I want that to happen, even though you didn't let me win the sprint, I am just saying.
Me: And you know what's dumb? The Golden Gate Bridge!
Devon: Oh really? Why's that?
Me, eying the sign: Um (shift gears)
bbbbbbbecause apparently (shift again)
4444444445 people a year (one last gear shift)
jjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjump off it? (get up to sprint)
Devon: (putting his hand on my shoulder like a parent blocking a toddler... we cross the line together, and no one gets to fist-pump) Ha! Nice try.
Me: Dammit! I thought I was being so sneaky!
Devon: Yeah, three gear shifts in one sentence, glancing at the big green sign, you are sooooo sneaky!
Me: Well anyway, they want to spend like 2 million dollars building some fence on the bridge so that people don't jump off it.
Devon: Yeah, that's pretty dumb. In a lot of ways... What do you think would happen if you jumped off this bridge on your bike? It's a lot lower than the Golden Gate Bridge. What would happen when you hit the water?
Me: Well, you'd probably get castrated by the impact. Not that I want that to happen, even though you didn't let me win the sprint, I am just saying.
Labels: bikes, enjoy the blog, quotables
posted by Courtenay at 1/30/2007
4 Comments:
i'm still in awe of all your training hours.
you're doing all these hours in the daylight? and during the week?
the only way i ever win those city limits sprints with my husband is if i trick him into thinking he's got a flat and while he's looking down...
i am lucky for sure - i got to take time off my already cush part-time job last week to ride! the last hour and a half of the week were in the dark, which was pretty surreal and fun.
the hours were nutty to get ready for big races this year. i had too many dnf's last year for my liking, so this year i plan to be prepared and confident - so far i feel on track!
now life is back to normal though. :(
and, trickery is the ONLY way i can win when boys are present. i am an awful liar and, by extension, a mediocre trickster at best. but i have fun trying!
i like going for sprints when i am in the car with other bikers. it's easier to throw your hand out on the dashboard than it is to actually sprint on the bike.
i think they should make the existing fence shorter....
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