So I went on this totally dramatic cycling with some friends today headed to Titlow- I lost my train of thought...what was I saying?
Oh ok.
So on the way to Tiltow Elliott decided to take command of the group and let us stop by the train tracks which I told him was a dead end but he was all like, 'I know what I'm doing, just follow'.
So we went down by the Marina Boat Dock and like I screamed bloody murder, "DEAD END!!!!!!!" [I didn't really scream 'cus I don't scream] and all that is there is water and everybody knows that street/mountain/what ever other kind of bikes there out their knows that a bike can't float without any floating devices, and everybody knows that a street/road biker does not carry flotation devices because if they did, then everybody would laugh at them and be tempted to throw them in the ocean and see if the floatation devices worked.
Ok so now were at the part which I tell him, "Elliot, if you would have listened to me then we could have just taken the first right exit before the train tracks. But NOOOOO you had to be boy-genius and all and take us a dead end which really means where the water really starts and everyone knows, Elliott that you don't have floatation devices to float and there has only been one person who can walk on water and that would be Yeshua.
And we all know that you are CLEARLY not him. And so rid your mind of all your super heroness thoughts and be a man and listen to what I'm staying and let me lead because CLEARLY I know what I'm doing because in my former life I was an Indian and I used to scout these lands out.
So, boy-genius turn your super-high-tech-super-skinny-stuck-in-gutter-bike around and follow me."
So as we were biking up this tremendously [not really steep] steep pavement mountain.
"stop showing off and stay behind me." I snapped like a snap turtle catching it's foe. SNAP! SNAP!
So we made it up the hill and I'm behind huffing and puffing my way up this perfectly flat pavement with my thighs calling out, "please stop, your gonna kill me!" Elliott turns around and says, "stay on your right, because theres a red truck behind you."
"Elliot, hush! I can clearly see that. Keep your eyes on the road, Elliott and stop telling me to keep up because one of these days your going to be staring at that stupid black pavement and I'm going to be ahead of you and saying, 'keep your eyes on the road Elliott."
So were petling on the sidewalk we come up to these three black kids smoking something but they smelt like candy, which is kinda funny 'cus there kinda stinky. And I turned around for a second, I heard a voice in the back of my head, "Keep up, Fenda!"
And to my horror it was not imagination. In fact, Elliott was telling me- AGAIN- to keep up.
I felt like a slave on the back of a camel being dragged against my will and once again I said, "Close your hatchet and let me be. 'Cus remember I'm older than you, and I know these lands better then you. Because I was an Indian in my former life."