Time is of the essance

So I have neglected my blog. I am surprised I did not find it shriveled up and dead like all but the heartiest of my house plants. I found a solution to that problem: buy plants that live in your fish bowl, and you never have to water them. I'm so smart, but I digress. I have 15 min to write this entry and then I must return to the dreaded world of Educational Psychology. It may look like I do lots of work for that class, but the truth of the mater is, and I quote my dad here: "if you spent as much time doing work for that class as you do complaining about it you would have a 100 in the class." Only two more weeks of classes, one week of finals, one week of senior activities, and a car ride down the coast, and then off across the country on my bike for two months. Kind of excited. Kind of scared.

So I have much exciting news. First I have my bike! It is blue and pretty, and very technologically advanced. So I got it and me being just a tad bit bike illiterate didn't realize that fancy bikes have fancy valves and normal bike pumps don't work. So I had this beautiful bike that I couldn't even try out cause I would ruin the rims. I was also unsure if my bike even had tires, because I have tread less tires. I called Bath Cycle and Ski, and Darcy informed me that yes in fact those were tires on my bike, and so off I went to the bike shop down town and they generously filled the flattened tire with air. So I'm all excited for my bike's (which is still missing a name) maiden voyage, and my first experience with clip on peddles. So I bike around in circles in our parking lot to figure out the mystery of the mysterious contraption that make a clipping noise, but are name clipless. I was proud I did not fall, and there were only a few times where parked cars tried to jump out in front of me. I manage to avoid all of their sneaky attacks without casualties on either front. I was a little weirded out, since it felt like the peddles moved around quite a bit on my foot, but I just figured that was normal. Apparently it is not. I ventured out onto the road, and then as I was going to turn onto Ridgecrest Rd, when I wanted to stop and look at my map. My right food does not want to declip. I turn my ankle as far as I can, and it just doesn't want to declip. So I make the executive decision that I just wont get off my bike till I get home. My peddle did not listen to the executive orders, and shortly there after my right shoe detaches from the peddle, and I tried to click it back in and it will not. They truly became clipless peddles. In my distraction of my right foot not clipping, when I stop to investigate I forget to declip my functioning left peddle. So I fall over in very slow motion onto the grassy shoulder. No one was hurt well except my pride. Luckily no one was there to watch. I found out that I had not tightened the screws that hold the clips onto my shoes. So the screws worked their way out. After much use of my handy dandy mulitool, I got my bike back up and running. I really couldn't be that upset with me bike, because it was such a beautiful day that one did not mind sitting in the sun on the side of the road playing bike repair. The rest of the ride was uneventful, well minus the fact that I fell in love with my bike. Though just for clarification my love does not extend to my saddle. We will be needing a new one of those.

Ok so my 15 min post turned into a 34 min post. ooops.

Before I return to the land of Education I must thank the following people: Vicky M., John and Libby M, Dan M., Tom P., Michael S., and Bob and Ginny V. I'm almost there which is so exciting!!