I like to ride my bike as much as possible when on vacation. I ride it to go to the restroom, to recycle, to the beach, to wifi spots, to Nalu’s Taco Truck. The bike is a fantastic mode of transportation. It’s even better when you’re somewhere that’s relatively flat and destinations are within a three mile radius. It’s triple good when there are bike lanes, which there are plenty of here.
This past summer we bought a bike trailer. My thought was twofold: it’s great for hauling things, and gosh, won’t the dog love it? No, the dog doesn’t love it. He turns into a little freak show when I put him in it. Just as well, because I don’t really want to be that person who puts Toto in a basket and cycles around. I am much more the utility type person, so utility trailer it is.
Today we made a pilgrimage via bicycle for the basics; firewood, ice, beer. It was quite warm out, probably about 75 sticky degrees. Hills are pretty nonexistent here except for bridges and sand dunes. We went over a bridge, therefore a hill. Yay!
All was well until a car pulled into a parking lot in front of us. It was on fire. Yes, the car was on fire. The guy turned off the engine, jumped out looking completely panicked, and started running away from the car. Not good.
I guess the following story describes who I am in a nutshell.
I bicycled toward his car as another car pulled in. The driver had seen what was happening and tossed him a water bottle. He frantically crawled under his car (brave man) and doused the fire. I tossed him my water bottle. He doused some more. I ran and grabbed Amelia’s water bottle. She cautiously stayed 100 feet away (smart woman). He doused some more. Amelia called the Fire Department. The guy finally got the fire to go out. Success!
Yes, I am that person who will run towards the fire. That is me.
After the excitement we filled up my bike trailer with 20 pounds of fire wood, 20 pounds of ice and a six pack of beer. The ride back to the site was a little bit harder.
Amelia says this was my punishment for my dangerous nature. Hrmph!