A Curious Caravan

Riding this week has been wet, but warm......60 degrees on February 5 ain't bad. I've been nursing a pulled groin (it's been nagging me since my spill on black ice back in December)......I seem to keep reinjuring it........so Monday I decided to take it easy and ride nice and slow (which is hard for me, Mr. Type A).

I hate to admit that I was enjoying the leisurely pace when I stopped for the light at Hudson and High. A beat-up van pulled up next to me and a mid-Eastern woman rolled down the window and, in broken English, asked, "Where is 1795 South High Street?" Have you ever tried to explain the difference between NORTH High Street and SOUTH High Street to someone who doesn't speak English?........it's so simple a concept that it's virtually impossible to explain.......you laugh, but try to do it. I sure couldn't......certainly not in the 10-15 seconds before the light turned green. "Can I follow you?" the confused woman asked. I didn't know what to say so I just shrugged and said, "Sure."

So there I was, biking down HIgh Street with a beat up van driven by a mid-Eastern woman who couldn't speak English tailing no more than 10 feet behind.......an odd caravan, indeed. Despite my intentions, I sped up to my normal cruising speed of 20-22 mph so as not to hold the van back too much.......I could feel my groin beginning to ache.

When we passed Broad and High I pointed to the street numbers on the buildings, hoping that she would notice that they were starting to go up instead of down. I slowed down, pointed down South High Street and yelled, "Keep going! It'll be waaaay down this road on your right."

I guess I'll start my rehab rides tomorrow.

Comments

[Artie Isaac]

FINALLY! A place on the Internet where I can read about "pulled groin."

I do think that once a lawyer promotes the current state of his groin on the World Wide Web, he has very nearly cracked the ranks of celebrity.

Don't stop, Doug. Keep on groin, dude.