beach path to misery

today i took the beach path to redondo or something. i don’t know where i ended up.

head wind.

sand.

bugs.

it’s only 35 miles round trip but it feels like forever. the path is normally hectic and today was no different.

people got the “it’s summer” memo. besides the old man that cut left when i yelled “passing on the left!” there was really only one situation that was aggravating. you see i’ve gotten over cars driving like ass shit all the time. i’m basically psychic now. i can almost sense when they are gonna do something that doesn’t make sense. they often do things like try to be nice and let me have the “right of way” when they clearly beat me to a stop sign so then i come to a complete stop and they say “go ahead.” like they are doing me a favor by making me stop when i could have breezed through if they’d just treated me like a car and gone when it was their turn. i digress.

so i’m banging the bike path and there is an older lady (hard to say how old cuz she was all sun wrinkled and beat looking from half a life on the beach) dressed in this weird brown dress/shorts thing that i won’t even try to explain but she is walking down the side of the path in the sand and there are bikers coming up the other way toward me and she looks over her shoulder and sees me coming and jumps out in front of me and just starts shaking her ass. i lock ‘em up and barley avoid hitting her and as the other bikers stare in disbelief she does a spin move, flips me off and then jumps back into the sand. i say to her “what the fuck was that?” and she says “mind your business.” so i did.

the trip back was meaningless. i took a different route than normal but it was uninteresting. construction on jefferson made already stupid motorists even dumber.

chirp,

hillary