One of those days
So I got a call from Judd yesterday at 4pm. Basically it went …”i’ve crashed at s. glenn, can you pick me up”. Feeling obligated to my fellow cyclist, I left work early and headed north on route 1. What an f*ing nightmare. The craziest sons-of-bitches driving like they’re late for their wedding. I was staying in the left lane to avoid some of the mayhem, but eventually needed to get over to the right to get on the 495 ramp heading west. I see an opening, swing over, and as if beamed down by Scottie, a small, maroon Saturn appears before me. I hit the horn, the brakes, and downshift – but there wasn’t enough time. She pulled out without seeing me and when I hit the horn she stopped dead in her tracks. I bumped her, then pulled immediately into the lot where she had just pulled out of. After some apologies and inspection of her vehicle she asks what to do. I told her to give me her license and insurance info. I wasn’t upset, although my stressed out scowl probably frightened her some because she kept apologizing – profusely. While writing down her license info I notice the birth-date is 1987. Is she even old enough to drive? The math returns 19 years old – just to add insult to injury I suddenly feel a bit older. No real damage to either car, I tell her things are ok, I just want the info for the “just in case” scenario. At this point her voice is quivering and her eyes are welling up. Now I start feeling sorry for her – ask her if she is ok and she explains what a shitty day she has had. In some nicer words I tell her to suck it up. This is minor in the grand scheme of things. Plus, I’ve got to get back on the road – my friend has shed some weight in the form of road rash and at this point wounds and muscles are likely starting to announce their presence.
I get out to the Potomac area – again dealing with lots of retards on the road. Approaching the scene of the accident I see Judd sitting on the guard rail on the left side of the road. I signal that I will make a right on Glenn and pull a u-turn. I pull the truck into a dirt pull off on the left and intend to do a 3-point turn. However, I had to wait for some cars coming by. I start to back up – the truck is stuck. I spin the wheels some more. Yep – stuck. I pulled into seemingly wet, soft earth. I jump out, lock the hubs, throw it in 4 wheel drive, but it’s still some work to get out and I burn inches off my clutch. The belching smell reminds me that I’ve just wasted years worth of clutch…”remember that smell when you’re replacing me in 2 years, moron”.
After dropping Judd at home I struck out on a ride of my own. Daylight was quickly fading so the pace was fast to get in as much as I could in as little time as possible. I’m almost hit several times by the afore-mentioned retards.
The night, however, ends on a good note. Kim arrives soon after I showered up at Judd’s and she, Sonja, Judd, and I eat the best Vace pizza we’ve had to date. The food Gods were sympathetic to my plight I guess.