Hey Biker, I Dare Ya!
Salt Lake City had a bunch of new snow this morning. The wet, sloppy, springtime kind. With the heavy snowing falling and covering the roads, it was, as the kids say these days, “sketchy” riding my bike to work this morning.
By this afternoon though, the sun was out and it all was melting. On my ride home from work, I was enjoying the sun and doing my best to avoid piles of snow left by snowplows and snow blowers. There’s an intersection at the bottom of a hill near where I live and from a few blocks away I could see a couple of kids playing at that intersection. I got closer and saw why. It was filled with water. The road I was on wasn’t filled with water, but there was an ten or twelve-foot wide puddle in the intersection between the road I was on and the road I was going to be turning on to.
As I was setting up for my left-hand turn, the girls at the intersection yelled “Hey biker, hey biker, I dare ya to ride through the water!”
“You dare me?” I yelled back. They didn’t know I was going to ride through it anyway.
“Yeah, come on!”
Alright then. I gathered some speed and picked a line, hoping I had picked one without the pothole. The splash as I rode through water up to the hubs was much bigger than I thought it would be. My shoes were soaked, but I kept my my forward momentum and started pedaling again at the far side.
“Oh, cool!” I heard one of the girls yell.
Yeah, I had to agree. It was pretty cool.
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