My new dentist is a short bike ride from work along the Burke-Gilman trail. After my appointment on Thursday, I was pedaling back to work and feeling like I was making good time when I heard the familiar shout of “On your left!” from an approaching cyclist.
I briefly registered a note of surprise that someone would be passing me since I was cruising along at what felt like a fairly decent clip. As the passing cyclist whipped past me, my feeling of surprise doubled.
He only had one leg.
When I told Amy this, she asked: “Did he have a prosthetic leg?”
“No,” I glumly replied. “He was just pedaling with one leg.”
Amy gently and supportively stroked my face and assured me that she felt that I was a fine, strong cyclist and that maybe I was just weighed down by my work clothes, or was feeling weak from the dental treatment, or something.
I’m kidding. She just started laughing uncontrollably.
