I'm starting to believe in global warming with all of this heat. And for this reason, I have taken to night riding. That sounds far more daring and dangerous than it actually is. Though it is undoubtedly cooler (in more ways than one).
[cue old school detective voice-over]
The night was young and so was I as my bicycle and I headed east down the dark and dreary pavement toward no-man's land. We were in search of something. Something big.
We wound down and around the freshmen dorms, past the main entrance, down around the gym and then took off in the opposite direction to follow a similar route. Once two rounds were completed, we decided it was time to take action. Mustering what little strength we had left, we circled the ring for a miraculous and record-breaking third time.
But we knew it wasn't over.
We wheeled through parking lots, past shrubs and basketball players and down into the depths of the dirty dell. An eerie calm had overtaken the place and it glowed in the weak light of the street lamps that were still working. We lapped from south to west and back again, eyes to the road, heart beating. And when we crested the top of the hill marking our exit from that place, some strange demon took hold of us and said You must go on.
There, under the shroud of darkness, did we find what we had been looking for. With a satisfied smirk and an aching right hip, we begrudgingly ended our journey for the night. But this won't be the last you'll hear from us. Mark my words.
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So yeah, I broke my own record twice tonight. Mission = accomplished.
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