A biker's tale

Something tragic happened yesterday.
I was minding my own business,
riding my bicycle on the road,
and this bus came up aside of me.

Now, to not lose Amy who was ahead of me, I decided to pedal really, really fast and try and pass the bus.
However, Mr.Bus has a different idea.

He decided to park.

He decided to park right where I was riding.

I grabbed my break handles super fast,

tippy-toed my bike backwards,

looked behind me,

and frantically passed Mr.MeanBus on the right.

Yes, I did ‘ding’ my bell when I passed him.

If a Japanese person was in the way of somebody else, they would say “sorry” or “excuse me” (clearly in Japanese). (In America, we grunt. Or if driving, we honk. Nobody ever honks in Japan. The only time I heard a honk was when I was riding in a bus and we almost got hit by another bus....which is rare.)

When riding a bike, it’s nicer to “ding” your bell to let people know you are coming rather than get into a collision or scare somebody.

So for my “ding” to be appropriate,

I should’ve ‘dinged’ my bell when I was almost crushed between guardrail and Mr.MeanBus.

But, being my American-tourist self, I dinged my bell as I passed him.
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Sorry I didn’t post this sooner. 
That just means you’ll be blessed with 2 blogs today.

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bye!