|More musings on my shadow as a cyclist ...||Humma Hah|
Nov 5, 2001 5:13 PM
|... a while ago, I noted what a magnificent cyclist my shadow seemed to be. I'd noticed him in the morning, the sun at our backs, and he was 40 ft tall and 80% leg. A heckuva sight!
But since, I've noticed he's pretty much a morning person, not nearly so impressive at mid-day, and an absolute wuss on the way home after dark.
I've noticed that he refuses to ride with me at night except where there are many street lights. He keeps trying to pass me, but fades quickly when he gets just a little ahead.
All told, he can't seem to shake me, and I've ridden without him on many occasions since I got the good headlight.
|Ya know, he sounds just like my shadow......||look271|
Nov 5, 2001 5:38 PM
|All long and lanky,smoothly turning the cranks down the road, body still, rushing along. Then it gets dark, and he's nowhere to be found, except under the occassional streetlight. I think he's a poser; a wuss. Probably rides a Litespeed :-)|
|no, he rides an AIRBORNE!!!!!! (nm)||the insultan|
Nov 6, 2001 10:07 AM
|oh, aren't you funny||fred!|
Nov 6, 2001 10:12 AM
|my shadow really is a wise guy||Mike P.|
Nov 5, 2001 6:13 PM
|I was just finishing a fairly hard ride one afternoon. It was hot and the sun was still up there but headed down, I could feel the sweat just starting to turn into the white, salty crust it sometimes does. Anyway, I reached down and snagged the water bottle, it was still cool but just barely, started to bring it up to my mouth and it almost slips out of my hand.
This happened really fast. When I lost my grip several things were going on: 1) I was in the process of sitting up to get the hands off the bars for a minute. 2) a bead of sweat was headed down my forehead from my helmet, through some of the salty stuff, on a path straight for my right eye. . . that is already irritated by my contacts. 3) I was tired. 4) The sun was off to my left still making heat. And, 5) my shadow was chillin off to my right side, matching my pace as we slowed to start the little cool-down ride to the house.
So, I managed to catch the water bottle, in my lap, with my right hand about the same time I was sitting fully upright and I was looking off to my right to help the damn sweat stay out of my eye ball.. . . And what do I see. . . but my shadow, coasting there right next to me holding his huge, uhh, manhood. I almost crashed it looked so funny.
I try not to ride with him anymore because I am afraid he might do it again but he is usually somewhere around, taunting me and somehow making me feel inferior.
|Shadow people! Sounds like grist for the Art Bell show. :-) nm||Brian C.|
Nov 6, 2001 10:18 AM
|I don't know about you, but my shadow sports a huge butt||bill|
Nov 6, 2001 11:38 AM
|and a teeny head. Not at all attractive.|| |