Bad Bike Ride
2Jul2003 Filed under: JournalishSo, I left work a bit early today, and decided to go on a bike ride to check out a threading place I’d seen down by the beach.
I picked a little side street to take, but found it to be very bumpy, with many cracks and potholes.
A guy on a little cross street was getting ready to pull onto my little side street, so I dinged my bell at him, and he looked up and saw me and stopped his car.
In my effort to make sure he saw me, I ended up cruising right over a pothole, which bounced my bike enough that just as I passed the man in the car, my glasses (which were in their nice little case) bounced out of my bike basket. The guy in the car saw them, too, as did someone coming the other direction on this tiny little road, and both of them and waited patiently while I stopped my bike, propped it up on the kickstand, and turned around to retrieve my glasses.
Unfortunatly, another driver who hadn’t seen my little pothole bouncing incident wondered what was going on and passed the person who’d stopped to wait for me. Impatient driver came within 2 feet of running over my glasses case at 5 miles an hour.
She passed, and I grabbed my glasses. As I picked them up, I heard a crash as my bike slammed onto the concrete. I guess it wobbled off its kickstand, falling over, knocking off its front-basket and spilling my bike lock, water bottle, and all the contents of my purse all over the street. At this point, 2.5 blocks from my house, I just about called it quits and turned around.
I sort of wish I had, because the threading place cost twice as much as Rozina’s, and my bike and I almost fell off a curb while I was trying to lock it up.
I peddled home really really carefully.
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Hey there. I'm Ariel Meadow Stallings, a native Seattleite who's written my way up and down the Left Coast. Electrolicious is where I post daily randomata, but I also write for a living. My first book, Offbeat Bride, was published last year.
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paisley
July 2nd, 2003 at 8:09 pm
well im glad your glasses didn’t get crushed and you weren’t hurt
leblanc
July 3rd, 2003 at 9:27 am
yes, lucky you weren’t hurt. i’m trying to get used to riding a bike in the city, as my spill on monday proves. i’ve never had a bike on pavement before, having grown up in the Great North Woods on an unpaved two-track, and i find it very scary riding around in traffic. i can’t believe some of the aggressive bikers around here, riding along the major through-streets weaving in and out of traffic. they’re nuts!
leblanc
July 3rd, 2003 at 9:31 am
oh, and i had threading done once. i wandered into a place on Telegraph and asked for a wax; they plopped me into the chair and took out some thread. i was like WTF? never heard of it before, and the lady assured me “so much better than waxing. no mess. fast.” never again. besides it stinging like a bitch, my brows were RED for like, 2 days, and the hair grew back a lot faster than waxing. you like it?
sarah
July 3rd, 2003 at 12:03 pm
I think your hair does come back faster with threading but I haven’t had any problems with the redness for days afterwards. I think I found the key though… After my first experience I ended up touching my eyebrows to inspect and that was the wrong thing to do. I was however very pleased with how fast it was and the quality. The next time I went, I applied some witch hazel before and after the “procedure” which really seemed to help with the redness/irritation factor.
I will say - having your lip threaded is like torture though!
Ariel
July 3rd, 2003 at 12:15 pm
I like threading because, at least at Rozina’s, it’s super fast and super cheap. Like waxing, however, I think the technique is all about the asthetician performing it. If they’re good, it’s super fast and cheap and about the same as waxing, pain-wise. If they suck, it’s not a good experience.
I had my lip threaded once, and it was really wrong feeling afterwards. Like a little hairless lizard on my face. I didn’t like it.