Yet another CyRide adventure.
Ok, if the bus weren’t so convenient and I didn’t hate driving with a fiery passion, I would seriously wonder why I keep taking it.
Today I was heading home after the class I had that didn’t actually meet tonight (yeah, look at a schedule for once, Amanda) and I had to stand because the brown bus was so full. Because I’m perhaps too short to ride this ride, I clung for dear life onto one of the vertical poles to remain upright.
Then the bus came to an abrupt, 35 mph to 0 in two seconds, stop. And luckily, my face was in the right position to stop me. With a metal pole. If my face or the pole had not been there, I would’ve ended up in the front of the bus, I suppose (I was by the back doors). I suppose it could be worse. I could’ve fallen out those back doors. I could’ve gotten the opportunity to meet some new friends up close and personal. Of course, if that had happened, my face wouldn’t hurt and I would not be wondering if my left cheekbone were going to bruise or swell. I guess we’ll find out.
Crazy CyRide occurrences are starting to become a disturbing pattern in my life. At least my face can multi-task. Look beautiful and stop Amanda from a fatal or embarrassing situation.