A Common Mistake
Every once in a while we make a mistake and say we did something alone. Today I was reminded that even when I don't ride with others, I never ride alone. Today I met Jim Harris and some of his friends in Coppell and rode a while with them. I wanted some extra miles when they were finishing so i headed south into Irving to ride through Las Colinas and then back up Luna. I was on Royal Lane heading east through Irving and was putting my water bottle back in the cage when my front wheel caught a rut. I barely had one hand on the handlebar and my bike jerked hard to the left into the left lane. I came as close to the concrete as I have ever been without falling, somehow i corrected and yanked hard back to the right, popped back up, messed my britches, and ended up back in the right lane. I use a garmin which tracks where I ride from a satellite orbiting the earth at what i assume is pretty far away. The satellite picked it up as you can see in the picture with this post. See if you can guess where that rut is. |
| Location of Rut |
From somewhere, I have always imagined even higher than Garmin's satellite, God could pick this up as well. Except he's a little more impressive than a Garmin because he knew that in spite of this incredible brain he gave me, i never really grasped common sense, so very busy Royal Lane would be the perfect place to get a drink of water and take a hand off my handle bars. He was definitely there because after I leveled out, collected myself and checked my shorts, I looked ahead and saw the cars ahead of me, i looked over my shoulder and saw cars behind me, but at that spot, on Royal Lane, it was just me ... and Him. if there was anyone else, i probably wouldn't be posting this now.
In the past, when asked who do i ride with, i would say "I generally ride by myself." It is pretty ostentatious of me, to ignore the creator of the universe taking the time to watch out while I ride my bike, just to make sure I'm not a hood ornament, if it were just me, I would long since been in someone's grill. if you don't believe me, Ask Doug Walker. He tells me that every time we ride.
