my kung fu too strong for you
it was overcast and i was in the parking lot. alone.
the posse had decided to ditch me for various questionable reasons – work, video games, hemorrhoids – but that wasn’t going to stop me from riding. i calmly removed my gear from the trunk of my car, methodically reconstructing the wheeled beast that would guide me through the wilderness. the air was still. the birds had gone silent.
a young lady pedaled by on her way to the trail. i nodded in her direction. she pretended not to see me.
as i propelled my bike down the trail, i was a force of nature. an apex predator. a wolf of the sea, determined to capture my prey.
then i thought to myself, “i’m out here by myself. why am i trying to go so fast? this shit is making me tired.” so i slowed down. in a force of nature, apex predator kind of way.
as i rounded a corner, i saw a rider laying on the ground. my first instinct was to pretend not to see her. besides, some other biker dude had already come to her rescue.
“are you ok?”
“yeah, i think so. we called for help.”
“anyone i should be looking for on my way out?”
“just people looking for a down rider.”
i got back to the parking lot, and some guy was racking his bike on what i believed to be injured lady’s car.
“does this car belong to a female rider that’s out on the trail?”
“yeah, why?”
“she’s down. out near the berms.”
“good thing i brought my medic kit.”
there were now two biker dudes in rescue mode.
i disassembled my bike. who needs a posse anyway? an apex predator can survive alone. solo.
