Homer's Travels: Elevated Heart Rate

Monday, June 29, 2009

Elevated Heart Rate

I'm riding my bike on the Big Papio trail, wondering if my heart rate was elevated.

I approached one of the underpasses where the trail passes under the busy street.

This particular underpass was curved so you really couldn't see up ahead.

I zipped down the grade, staying on the right side of the trail in case someone was coming the other way, pedaling hard so that I could make it up the hill on the other side.

I reach the curve, look ahead, and see a lawn mower coming at me in the middle of the trail.

I ain't talking about a wimpy push mower.

I'm talking an industrial size, as-wide-as-the-trail cutting swath of doom, riding lawn mower.

I'm sure my face turned into a mask of abject panic as I put a death grip on my rear brake lever.

My rear tire skidded, the rear end of the bike wagged around like a crazed fish, and, to my relief and amazement, I managed to stay on two wheels.

The mower dude pulled over out of my way and we passed each other with a wave.

An uneventful end to a potentially disastrous event.

Yes, my heart rate was elevated.


  1. That definately would get my heart pumping!! Glad all ended well!

  2. Glad to hear you avoided imminent death. Wait, that should have been the title of the post!

    "Homer-Dog Narrowly Escapes Imminent Death By Carnivorous Lawnmower!"

  3. Dobegil: Thanks! Scared the poop out of me.

    GH: Damn, I'm always too late with the great titles.