Number Three

New Activity Number Three: Got Lost... on my bike...in an unfamiliar suburb...

So I didn't mean to get lost. I don't often intend to get lost. I've just had my bike repaired after having it brokenly clog my hallway for about two years. And on the day I got my bike back my car broke down. And since mechanics require your car to arrive at about 4am I found myself dropping off my car and riding home in the bleak morning sun. And one wrong turn later and I'd added an extra 40mins to my journey as I continued to get loster and loster in the labyrinth of the suburb streets.

On the plus side I saw a whole new side to a suburb I didn't know. And riding is always fun. I had to ask myself why I hadn't bothered to get my bike fixed sooner.

Initial impressions/sensations: Growing wonderment and slowly mounting joy followed by intense confusion and swear words. It's never fun to become completely disorientated. But at least I didn't pansy out and just turn back the way I'd came to make the correct turn. I badassed it through the burbs and it wasn't half bad in the end.

3.5 stars