I love my bike. Bought used, it's a little particular and it sometimes prefers that I walk it rather than ride it. But, hey, it's transportation and it's helpful and fun.
I don't quite know how to start this little story but picture me next to (key words) my bus stop, ready for my first day at school after Christmas break. I'm holding my cellphone writing a little texto. Oh, how high class am I?
Noticing large splashes of light green out of the corner of my eye (the color of the bus), I begin to reach around my back to retrieve my bus pass. In the meantime, I glance up at the conducteur and he at me. Finding my pass I start to approach the bus but to my Monday morning horror the bus continues to roll smoothly right on passed me! I also notice the sad/worried expression of a student in the back of a bus. "It would truly be a Christmas miracle," I say to myself, "if he gets up and says, 'STOP the bus!'"
But it's January now, so no luck. Moroever, he doesn't speak English so it would really be a surprise.
In a flurry of English unpleasantries said to myself, I decide whether I will just be late (again - ooops) or do something CRAZY. Feeling crazy, I choose option b. You should know that I was really feeling wild because I only put on 1 of 2 serre-pantalon which keeps my pants from becoming tangled in the chain. If you find this extra-funny, I count you as a good friend, or a member of my family.
Riding wildly (*but with utmost safety) through the streets of Saint Brieuc, I arrive at the bus's next stop. Bus in sight, I remove the serre-pantalon and get off the bike in one brillant move. Next I approach the bus, greet the conducteur, and politely ask if I can but the bike in the luggage compartments under the bus. He concedes.
So the student with the worried face, my bike, and I, my heart full of thanks - a slight change from a few minutes prior, all arrived safely to school this morning. And that's why my bike went to school today.
5 comments:
haha, love it! great post lars!
I think your bike definitely deserves to have a name now.
that's pretty funny.
Good story! Pray tell, (for the French-impaired) what exactly do "serre-pantalons" look like? The term sounds strangly like pantaloons -- which is something girls wore on Little House on the Prairie, or something. I'm imagining rubber bands around your ankles. Am I close?
Hey Cydil,
Somebody else asked the same thing. Yes that's pretty much it. Pantalon means pants and serrer is to tighten/sqeeze. I'm not completely sure that there should be that s but sounds logical since I have two.
When my sick computer is healed I'll put a nice pic of some serre-pantalons.
Gott segne dich :)
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