Bike

I didn't ride my bike at all last year, after two heart attacks I thought it would be best not to. Today would be different but first had to get both tires inflated. Walked the bike to the bus stop and waited for the bus to arrive. Now in all these years I've never taken the bike on the bus as I would just ride it so I had no idea how the bike holders worked. Thankfully the driver was nice enough to get out and show me.

So off I went to find air which isn't as easy as I thought. Either the machines were broken or they charged a dollar which I did not have. So took it to the bike shop on Warren Ave and they were nice enough to fill the tires for me for free. So with the tires inflated I rode my bike (rather badly) for the first time in a few years. I almost fell a few times but I was getting back into it when it happened, a massive chest pain. I fell onto the ground and laid there with my heart racing and skipping, feeling pain. Lying there I did what my doctor has drilled into my head and took one of my nitro tablets.

I felt fine within minutes yet I felt exhausted too. I finally got up but slowly walked the bike to where I could catch a bus again. Then something happened that in my 54 years has never happened before, a pigeon crapped on me...right on the fucking head. I thought I was gonna puke! I've been told that brings luck but what it truly did was make my resolve to get home and take a shower stronger that the exhaustion.

So here I am, home and clean. If anyone tells you they saw a fat middle aged man lying on the ground in East Providence you can tell them you heard it here first.