Someday…

I want to clarify my earlier blog post. It was pretty cryptic, and the drafts that I never published written after that one then are no better. Just a tad of explanation:

Someday I won’t have to deal with the nature of my luck. That will probably be the day I pass away. For the most part, I have a pretty mundane life, but seem to have an uncanny knack for getting myself into precarious and quite painful situations. This has been my reality as long as I can remember. Long before becoming an adult, things happened; if not to me they would be to other people that would have a substantial effect on me. The last post regarded the most notable incidence that has left a significant mark on my skeletal structure.

That said, biking has been the best thing that I could have done given my experience and disposition as a young adult. It helped me find dear friends and staved off my madness. In my early days as a father, I solely bike commuted for years at a time. From time to time I would catch a ride home at night, but kept my bike with me constantly. In small towns to big cities I rode my bike as my primary transportation, not because I had to but because it was more logical most of the time. And cell phones didn’t exist. People were DRIVING, not doing mobile screen time.

In 1989, the summer was really hot. My friends and I were having a great time riding around town despite the heat. We had left a punk rock show and were heading to a party closer to campus. North campus Lincoln Ne to be exact. We were goofing around riding through field hockey pitches having a good time. The temperature was pretty close to 90 f despite it being closer to 11 at night. While we were riding our bikes in the field the sprinklers kicked on. We quickly became aware of how slick the grass was, and conjured up a game where the first person to ride around all the sprinklers wins.

What a fantastic time. I can’t remember who won. Who cares? The crew trying to keep they’re bikes upright on slippery wet grass was hysterical. The competition was fierce, I know I wiped out a few times. When the sprinklers shut off they started in another zone next to the ones that determined another course. The sprinklers didn’t allow for the same game to happen because of spacing, but we gave it a go for a while.

Covered with grass stains we decided to go to the party we were invited to. Giddy and wet clothed, we stumbled into a kitchen of three guys waxing philosophical. We asked them where everyone went, and they informed us that we missed the party but there was beer in the keg.

Indeed there was. The ride home was without incident.