BEES AND COWS
Stephanie
Anderson
Saturday, June 3rd 2000
I went for my first ride
on my new bike, and it WAS SO HARD! I don’t know
if it’s the bike or me! Probably a little of both. Not only was it hard,
but I got hit in the head by a stupid bee, like there aren’t a million
miles of other air that it could occupy! Anyway, I almost crashed because
after
it ran into my face, it proceeded to try to escape by going up my face and
into my helmet. I looked so stupid! Picture this - ride ride - weave weave
weave (while
flailing arms and hitting myself in the head - which pissed the bee off), stop
- try to unhook feet from pedals before falling over - throw off helmet, hit
myself in the head a few more times for good measure - look around to see if
anyone is staring - they are. It stung me on the forehead. After I got home
it was funny.
August, 2000
OK, so I’m running with the team through a field at InspirationPoint
when I see it. The cow. It isn’t close, but it doesn’t matter.
Cows have a thing for me. So I, being the person that I am, scream “AAACK!
COW!” and speed up. Running faster, I try to explain that cows give me
that “we know you eat us” look, they get in front of me, and then
they stop and stare. That’s just creepy. This particular cow is now on
an intercept course. It has stopped whatever it is that cows do, and is now
walking just fast enough to be in front of me before I get to the fence. My
teammates watch (and laugh) in amazement as I speed up again. The cow starts
running. What kind of cow runs? I beat it to the fence, and the game is over.
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