I was awakened by the monkey-like squawk of seagulls. They seem to be 'playing' with the monstrous crows. (Mine? Mine?) Despite their masses and proximity, they are tricky to capture on camera. This is the best I got.
Friday's post is 'early' because, well, it is Friday and who knows how much fun I'll get into tonight.
But a dark cloud is inevitability cast upon my weekend leisure, due to my two-wheeled awkwardness. Special occasions pull me from my 'comfortable street' that is, the street I have ridden on most often. When I know I will be forced upon those 'other' streets, I psyche myself out and dread the evening before it happens.
If anyone ever uses the phrase, "oh, c'mon,--it's like riding a bike" I will not take part in the suggested activity. Because foreign laws of bike riding do not come naturally. "Do I stop?" "Do I pull over?" "Is that lane for me?" and so on. These crippling uncertainties are further emphasized by my visual handicap.
AND I am plagued by 'curb freeze'. You know, when you are inching closer and closer to the curb and all you need to do is readjust your handlebars in the opposite direction--but you can't... you are frozen. Instead, you ride the dangerous line of the curb-cliff until you either snap out of it, or God forbid plunge seven inches to pavement below.
I have a bad case of 'curb freeze' which in Danish riding conditions is also translated as 'parked car freeze' or 'between-a-bus-and-a-curb freeze' or 'pack-of-confident-Danish-cyclers freeze'.
Thankfully, every bike trip is a little easier than the last. And curbs are shorter in Denmark...
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