I have done all types of different sports, mainly board sports, over the years, but I never really considered myself a jock. I guess I'm an "all right" athlete, but I am definitely not a bike rider: nor do I ever want to look like one. Actually I'm really scared of bikes; No, bikes are awesome creation, I meant I'm really scared of riding bikes. Ask my brother Matt. I am really sketchy on bikes and I have been pretty frightened of them my entire life. I've been afraid of Matt my entire life too, but that's a different story. Matt has actually been present at all of my horrible bike falls......interesting. The only time I have had to spend a night in a hospital was because of a bike, a bike jump and my stupid radicalness. Yes, I really fell hard and Matt was also there! I was 13 and it was actually 6 nights in intensive care with a broken spleen. This same bike crash was the main reason I started skateboarding.
I ride to work sometimes on my brown mountain bike and I do what I call "aggressive sightseeing". I curb hop, I ride the sidewalks, I cross the street at funny angles between cars and stuff like that. I can do wheelies! It probably looks stupid and more dangerous, but it's really not. I never ride in the bike lane or shoulder, nor do I wear a helmet. I have never cared about the share the road thing. Why would I want to share the road with a 18 wheeler semi-truck anyways? So, I had a lot of anxiety about this when Devon put me on the list to be Captain #4 for the trip.
So, I was totally freaked out to be in Bodega Bay and getting on the bike to begin our journey. I had my skateboard helmet on and clip in bike shoes that looked like skate shoes. I also had these really, really, really tight padded cycling shorts disguised under my board shorts. I had my favorite, lucky blue cowboy shirt on too- this is the same shirt everyone was making fun of. I was responsible for steering and navigating the tandem bike and trailer for about 200 miles on the thin edge of concrete between the cars and the ditch. I never imagined that that would be the least of my worries. I could have never known that my butt would hurt so bad by the second day that I wanted to run away, but I was unable to because my butt hurt so bad!