Down
Table of contents for A Lap of Lake Michigan
I always thought that if I were to go down, I would make sure that all my body parts worked before I got up. Check out myself methodically, like a computer starting with my toes and moving up one side at a time. No point in going fast, might break something that wasn’t broken before.
Instead, I immediately stand up.
“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck,” I keep repeating to myself. All I know is that my bike is somewhere in the middle of the road. Jon, Rob, my dad and Jenny are nowhere to be found.
“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck, is the driver ok?” I wonder.
I take off my gloves and walk closer to the van, now the adrenaline is pumping through me. I feel like I can push over that stupid van for being there, but what I really want to do is tear my helmet off and throw it into the forest.
I walk towards the van and a line of bicyclists in bright yellow ride by me.
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| The left turn signal now touching the tank. |