Sometimes I kill people for fun, but usually it’s just because I’m bored.
-random thought I had about some video games
Friday I rode my bike up to Messiah College. I didn’t leave home until six, so a lot of the ride was in the dark and the rain. It made the accomplishment even more exciting. (It also made me wet.)
Saturday Hager and I went out to Philly. We stopped by Temple to say hi to Candice, though I felt bad because we kind of showed up and said “now host us.” We met up with Eppler, Thrush, Doreau, Newbould, Dressler, and Miller for dinner. It was good to see those guys again. We all spent the night at Eppler’s house. In the morning four of us watched the other four run a half marathon. It was fun to see Brandon do well (don’t ask him, he wasn’t impressed with himself), but on the whole, I decided watching big road races is over rated. Watching 15,000 runners go by is less exciting than watching 20 high schoolers go by. In a smaller race you can see individual runners racing, competeing, outmanuvering other individuals. In a big race, it’s just a big mob. It’s harder to cheer. You can’t single out individuals you don’t know to cheer for them. After eating a great meal made by Mrs. Eppler, Hager and I headed back to Messiah.
I got on my bike pretty quick, hoping to beat the setting sun home. I lost. Coming out of Caledonia State park I decided not to turn onto US30 but rather to take a little longer ride so I could enjoy the long down hill on Old Forge Rd. I had forgotten (to a serious extent) how long the climb was up 233 to get to come down Old Forge. So I was already regretting my choice to ride a few extra miles just to go down a long hill. I then arrived at the top of Old Forge. As I got in under the trees I could not see ANYTHING. Not even the white line. (The light I had used going out wasn’t waterproof and therefore was unable to turn off at the end of the ride and therefore was out of batteries).
At first I just tried taking it really slow. Looking ahead trying to see a chain of moonlight filtering onto what looked like probably the road. Realizing I was mainly trying to kill myself, I tried to call home. I didn’t have any reception. So I kept going. Every time a car came I pulled over and tried to wave it down. But nobody would even stop for the creapy biker in the dark. I then would have to wait for my pupils to fully dialate to start to see the moonlight patches that made up the rough guess of a road. I would then be blinded by the lights of the next car.
Needless to say, I didn’t get to enjoy the downhill I had ridden extra up-hill miles to earn. Needless to say God is good. One evidence of this (not that anymore is necessary) I made it home fully intact.
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