Around 4pm I got motivated, so I went outside, and got on my bike. I decided that a trip to leonard would be nice, as I hadn’t rode the pollyann trail since last summer.

So, I hopped on the trail, and hammered the first 3 miles to lake george road, and was feeling pretty good. So, I continued down the trail, and this went on for a littel while, until I finally reached downtown leonard. In downtown Leonard, my odometer read 6 miles.

In downtown leonard I stopped by a party store, and got an energy drink because those usually help. While I was standing around, I got the bright idea to take the roads back to oxford. So, I took a look around, and tried to figure out which direction would take me back to oxford. I decided to head up what I remember to be “elmwood road”. This would prove to be my biggest mistake of at least the past year.

So, I rode elmwood in hopes that I would soon find a dirt road of some kind, but this did not happen. The road was very hilly, and I told myself that I would not turn around and ride it again because I hated the hills, mistake #2.

As I continued down the road, I saw a sign which read “welcome to Dryden, where kindness is served country style” or some shit. I’m not well versed with the order of towns, and thought that I might be in the route to oxford. Mistake #3.

I continued down these roads, having no idea where I was, or what direction I was traveling in. Eventually I learned that I was in fact on rochester road. I could not see the sun because it was so cloudy, so I had no way of telling if i was headed north, south, east, or west. I only had faith that I would reach oxford before Tuesday. Also on my mind was the risk that it was going to start raining. Thankfully, god granted me this pardon.

I continued down rochester road for an unknown distance, at least 15 miles. The sun finally poked through, and I could see that it was east. I checked the time on my computer, and i had been on the bike for 1.5 hours. The sun sets at 8pm I remembered, so I decided I’d better hurry or else i’d be really fucked.

In the middle of nowhere, I saw a sign advertising a business which said it was on Lake George Road, which was off some other road, i can’t remember. I took a turn on this road, and finally found lake george road. However, it was paved. I had never been on the paved section of lake george road, I didn’t even know it was paved. Regardless, I continued on this road in hopes that I would reach oxford.

Lake george road is an extremely long road. I travelled down this thing for at least an hour and a half, when I finally saw a sign that scared the fuck out of me: “Welcome to Oakland County”. “Are you fucking kidding me!?” I shouted in the middle of the woods. I continued down this road; thirsty, exhausted, afraid, nervous, and pissed off, all at the same time. I finally waved a car down, and asked the older gentleman inside where I was. He told me that I was about 5 miles from lakeville road. “Oh happy day” i said to myself. I hopped back on my bike, and rushed as quickly as I could down lake george road, and after about 20 minutes I was finally at the entrance back to the pollyann trail. I got off my bike, and stumbled around, trying to gain some sanity after what i’d been through. I felt as if I’d been molested by the road commission. Why can’t we have public map posts? Just a sign that shows the roads, and have a star where we are. The mall has one at every entrance. Why can’t roads?

I continued back down the pollyann trail for the remaining 3 miles. I couldn’t feel my arms, or feet. My neck was aching, my ass was numb, my vision had blurred, and i had sweat dripping from my nose. I rocked down the trail, and finally got home. When I got home, I dropped my bike on the lawn, and fell down. “I made it” I thought to myself. I then stepped inside, and had a cup of water, and a couple of hot dogs for dinner.

Maybe I’ll do this some other time. It was quite the trip.

Hello There,

On Monday I hung out with Victoria. We got high, and saw pan’s labyrinth. Then got high again, and somewhere during those three activities something regrettable, and unmentionable was done. A few people know. The rest of you don’t need to know. Just know that I only did it once, and I don’t plan on doing it ever again. Okay? Great.

On Tuesday I woke up feeling completely awesome. So, I got on the internet, and chilled out. Then around 4:30 i went out for a bike ride. That bike ride took me down seymour lake road, onto baldwin road, up oakwood road, and back down m24 into town where I crossed the bridge, and went back home. The total trip was 16 miles. On oakwood road I had to speed really really fast to avoid some cars. I did get splashed by a car as it drove through a puddle. It was all in good fun. I didn’t crash or die.

A few photos were taken on the trip:

I’m happy.

That’s all for today. Hopefully tomorrow is just as nice, and this string of wonderful days can continue.

When I was 5, my mom had to work the night shift at the hospital, and my dad had to go to my uncle’s house for a party. I was brought along because he couldn’t find a babysitter, and when he showed up everyone was drinking. I was told to sit down in this office chair my uncle had, and i naturally loved to spin around, and have a good time.

After spinning for 3 minutes, my uncle told me to move the chair into the kitchen because I kept bumping into his desk.

Without thinking, I moved the chair right into the kitchen, directly in front of this giant flight of stairs that lead straight into his basement. I put the chair right in front of them, jumped on, and almost immediately pushed the chair right over the ledge, and down the stairs.

I was knocked unconscious by one of the steps about 3 seconds after takeoff. After that, I remember being looked at by my dad, uncle, and some random women. They picked me up, and took me into the bathroom. My dad ended up taking me to the hospital where my mom was working. She was freaking out when she got the phone call, but I ended up surviving, only requiring a few stitches.