Missed Connections – Asphalt and your Head

You – cyclist on 16th Street about to zip down Meridian Hill in morning rush hour traffic with your bicycle helmet hanging on your handlebars. Were you not wearing your helmet on your head, where it belongs, because you didn’t want to mess up your hair or was it there to protect your handlebars?

Me – asphalt around U Street, hot, hard, and sad that I missed out on hearing a nice “thud” when your unprotected melon bounced off a car hood or better yet, me. Sad I didn’t get to feel your scalp scrape across me this morning, leaving warm bits of your fine ‘do imbedded in my grooves. Your handlebars are too tough for me, and your helmet would protect them anyway. It’s that soft brain jelly that I wanted to Jell-O.

Oh well, there is always tomorrow or the next un-helmeted fool.

1 Comment so far

  1. Don (unregistered) on September 6th, 2005 @ 3:55 pm

    Oh Wayan, so negative! Embrace the moment of perfect harmony with your fellow man that I do when I see someone riding without a helmet – I have exactly the same amount of respect for their brain as they do. You can’t BUY that kind of bi-partisan agreement in this town!



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