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lastnight i went to a friend's show (which was pretty good) and then rode down, clothed, to the naked bike ride. me and a couple other girls found them and then stopped and took our clothes off in the street and joined in. it was sort of magical. flying around downtown, nw, and briefly the eastside loud and scantily clad. i did chicken out a little, in that i wore my undies and a tank top, even though i said i was really gonna go topless this time. there's always next year. so the ride itself took like an hour and a half, and ended at a dance party in a warehouse way out in industrial northwest portland. where aidan, cherokee, dennis and i sort of stood around for a while, until i eventually lost them in the crowd and just decided to start the long ride home (clothed). i brought my little boombox though, which was nice, especially for the solo ride home. i've been into estimating the distances i bike lately, so if my calculations are correct, i rode a rough grand total of 15mi (5-to and back from around pnca + 10-the ride, plus the distance from the dance party to around pnca).
today, i woke up reasonably early for going to sleep at 4am, and went to the gym with lahaina (and then went out to a healthy lunch). i always feel a sort of accomplishment when i leave the gym, which is good, because this summer is Hardcore Getting My Back in Shape Summer. i'm already on that path, but i'm going to start a routine of going every other day, probably with lahaina, until school starts (and hopefully on). so after lunch, we rode back to her house where i took a power nap, but was woken up by my coffee date calling to say, "hey come down and have coffee with me."
but, about halfway down to the half & half a car hit me. ironically, not only at an intersection with a neon green bike lane/box, but IN the neon green bike lane/box (where i had the right of way, as they were turning right). fortunately i sort of saw it coming, so i wasnt going very fast, and i made enough noise that the old woman noticed. i knocked her side mirror out of place with my huge basket. she apologized and repeatedly told me she had her blinker on; i just shouted, "make sure you look for bikes." because my basket is so large, her car didn't actually hit me (except a tiny scrape on my ringfinger knuckle). if the basket wasn't there, my left leg and arm would have been hit, and i'm sure i would have been knocked to the ground (which i wasn't). so i'm considering that very lucky.
i would say i'll be more careful, but i was being careful, she simply wasn't paying enough attention. regardless of who's fault it was, if that basket werent there to take the brunt of that force (its perfectly fine, by the way), it would have been my body. the cyclist always loses in that situation, that's one of the only downside to biking.
so i waited on the corner for the light to change again, got back on my bike, and rode the last like 10 blocks to the coffee shop. where i had a nice cup of coffee with a cute boy. he seems really nerdy and sort of shy, but also really adorable. we had a nice conversation, although i was dying of sleep deprivation and the adrenaline rush that comes with crashing. it ended with him saying he'd love to buy me a drink sometime soon, and me riding off into the sunset.
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