Biking

I love bicycling...biking is just me and the bike and the road and the motorists and dead stinky things on the side of the road and dogs that chase you and the beauty of nature and rain and snow and kids in school buses who throw things at you and crap on the road you don't notice because you're mind is off wandering about things that are best be left unsaid that puncture your tire and you have to fix the flat on the side of the road with the hot sun beating down on you and even though the pump you carry on the bike will pump the tire up to 100 psi it's a real pain in the ass because it is a small pump and takes what seems like forever and stoping to stare into the eyes of a deer crossing the road ahead of you and learning that deers are real good at staring and can stare you down every time but not giving up trying to stare them down becasue you don't often get to have a staring contest with a deer and running over a snake because again your mind was wandering and you were watching the cows in the field and didn't notice the snake in the road until half a second before you ran over it and hoping that it doesn't somehow get wrapped on your tire and flung up on you because you can't tell if it is poisonous or not and even if it isn't you figure it is going to be pretty pissed off getting run over when all it was trying to do was regulate its body temperature and is going to do its best to bite this idiot who ran over it because he was watching cows in the field as if he had never seen cows before instead of watching where in the hell he was going in the first place and you know you can't blame the snake for biting you poisonous or not because you learned in grade school science that for every action there is a equal and opposite reaction and that snake is going to react but perhaps not equally becasue it is going to try and bite you as many times as it can even though you only ran over it once and butterflies that smack you in the helmet when you're doing 15 mph or so and get stuck in one of the helmet vents and you can hear its wings flapping against your helmet but you don't stop to remove it because it is getting dark and you didn't bring your lights with you and you know you are nothing more than a shadow on the road without your lights in the dark and that no one worries about driving over shadows and bugs of all sorts and sizes that provide you with unexpected protein and it's climbing a hill into a headwind with your mouth wide open gobbling up as much air as you can and learning as you near the top of the hill that someone decided to place a pig farm at the top of that hill and swearing to god that if you ever get on the up-wind side of that pig farm you'll stop giving the finger to motorists who squeeze you on the road but which you continue to do anyway but it's mostly about young calfs that stare and stare at a biped on a bicycle because all they see for the first time is amazing to them.