Sunday, October 8, 2017
Rode this bike that was clearly built for someone taller than me. I had trouble imagining who the hell would have a bike this big. Had to ride off the road and found it had broken brakes, thought about trying to put my foot down to stop it but realized it would not be enough, and I should focus on steering out of shit’s way and uphill when possible until I could slow the thing down. As soon as I dismounted, two small but fearsome dogs barked their intention to get me from somewhere nearby. I got back on the bike. There was a fuselage from an exploded plane twirling slowly in the air like a gyroscope. A police helicopter flew close beside it for a while. The fuselage passed close overhead but I could tell it wouldn’t hit the ground for a good ways off.
