I am still haunted by my chicken-hearted decision not to pass that biker two days ago. I really could have had him. The cars weren’t very close. A quick arm signal, and I could have shot out of his slipstream and stormed down the hill, leaving him as but a speck in my mirror, but no. I chose instead to reach the bottom of the hill in second place, with my brakes half on so I wouldn’t slam into his back tire. Because I lost my immortality, philosophically, the night before, I wimped out. I’m a little ashamed of myself, but I’ve decided to face my failings, so I have compiled a short list of other things that still haunt me in order to face them as well:
- Having a rat tail in elementary school
- Yelling to get off the Salt and Pepper Shaker
- Challenge Cup Semi-Final, 1999
- Being so insecure when I was in school. Totally could have scored more (I know I know, that could be related to the rat tail)
- The time I didn’t make a move on that girl in the backseat of my parents’ car after she told me she’d always wanted to do it in the backseat of a car, and described in detail exactly how.
- Not getting dreadlocks in
- Jumping off a one story building and trying to run in midair
- Every day I worked on a drilling rig (not including the Toneberg era)
- Those pork ribs I ate two days ago
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