Adventures in America

Lost Post

I realized I forgot to post this.... it has been written for a long while...

It was an early morning, and the frost on my windshield never quite faded with the weak winter morning sun. I had packed my water, a fleece, and a camera. If I was going to sacrifice my body to my youth, I wanted it in both print and video form.

I hitched a ride with Jon, fumbling with the video camera the whole way. And recording Jess’s legendary jalapeno Mc Donald’s bathroom shit.

It was glorious.

It was far from my mind when I rode up the ramp I wouldn’t have been able to get past just two hours earlier. It had been a slow start, but now that I could mount the burms, I felt a little confidence. And I hadn’t gotten hurt yet… I was still counting on it.

I knew it was time for the test. What kind of mettle was I made out of if I could drive two hours and ride around with out ever doing anything that was really outside my comfort zone. Besides, what could happen, it was foam, right?

When I started pedaling down the first ramp to make it up the second, I wasn’t thinking about what would happen when I crested the ramp. I wasn’t thinking of how to hold the bike, or to get more air. I couldn’t. I had never done anything of the sort before. Melissas don’t like to fly through the air all willy-nilly, but that’s just what I did.

Thank you Jess.

posted by Melissa @ 10:04 PM