So on Tuesday I had my Men’s Bible Study at this place in Downtown SD, about 6-7 miles from the house. I got home from work a bit early, so i figured, hey, time to ride the bike and get my fitness on…yo…
SO i grabbed a super bright yellow jacket, my hipster golf cap, my helmet, the bike from the living room, aaaaaand….had to put air in the back tire….
There is a pinhole leak SOMEWHERE. It takes about 4 days but sure enough by day 4 the air from the tire is COMPLETELY gone.
SO i pump the tire to 45 PSI and pick up the Helmet and put my study materials in my backpack and I am on my way!
So i turn off 32nd down Lincoln, make a left down 30th and head down Pershing. Now going down that hill….amazing.
The wind in my face.
The roadkill on the ground.
The bike light barely illuminating cracks and obstacles ahead.
The cars zooming by me by at most a yard or 2.
Then Pershing Hill ends.
And the only way to survive is to cross a few on ramps to the 5 Freeway and make sure no one is speeding to get out of Downtown.
After crossing with thoughts of the game Frogger dancing in my head, I made it to 16th street Downtown. I headed down to the destination, and realized that with the amazing speed i can put on my bike, I was over 30 minutes early (ok ok it wasnt my speed abilities, nor my leg agilities…it was the hill….or the downhill part at least, that led to my early arrival).
So i park the bike at the Kebab Shop and eat some bomb Lamb Doner Kebabs, while I await my buddy john to show up and partake in a meal with me.
He shows up.
We finish our food.
I look like a Traffic Patrol officer with the jacket, so I take it off
I finish the food.
I ride back to the Warehouse and we have our study
It’s about 7pm
945 arrives. Time to go.
The only back home, is up.
So i ride back towards the Froggerville of the 5 on ramp, and back up Pershing Hill
I dont know measurements, but I was probably going 20 mph or more down the hill. I was probably, at some parts, going 1 mph. It was tough.
I pedaled hard
My jeans began to taste the sweat.
My hipster hat absorbed what should have been pouring down my cheeks.
I heard weird noises to left and right of me (Pershing is along a small canyon and Golf Course).
I felt the calories scream as they disappeared into oblivion.
Oh, and i had Pandora running a Modest Mouse station…
So there was some motivation
As i was nearing the top of the hill, I, for some reason, made a right turn.
There, lie a shorter, yet steeper hill.
I would not get off the bike
I would not yield
I would not relent
Now, at 0.5 mph i sneaked my way up the hill, shaking, wobbling, making traffic dangerous for the parked cars…
And then the top
Smooth sailing back home
But pride…about as swelled up as my prostate after a 30 minute uphill bike ride on a seat not meant for comfort.
And I can’t wait to do it again.