First Solo Road Ride

Gusty winds and lots of road kill. Roadkill starts small: SQUIRREL: flat as a pancake and stuck to the concrete except for it's tail flicking in the wind. It gets larger as you leave the city and approach the country: RACCOON: struck and down, but still alive! One foot away from me and looking straight at me as if saying "..Please, just put me out of my misery, now..." ..."No, I'm sorry Ricky, you're going to have to suffer like the rest of us. Don't worry, you'll get through it..." Finally, here I am on Buffalo Road, here we go. You know how you're stomach drops before you go descending down a rollercoaster because you've just mentally seen what you are physically going to go through? Well, that's what Buffalo Road does, it bites you - OOH! I squealed (squeeled?) with delight and was ready to conquer. Sadly, I did not see any buffalo; happily, there was no BUFFALO road kill. Buffalo Road ends fast and abrupt, so be careful while you're going as fast as you can. Largest roadkill: DEER: well at least half of one, and um never mind. This was an awesome ride. Sunshine on my shoulders may make me happy, but so do the 18-wheelers that come up from behind and suck you in the slipstream. Special thanks to Pete, who could'nt go after all, which was just more fuel on the fire to make me venture out on my own, and to of course, Nancy, who told me about this ride, and taught me to ride like I mean it out there.