everywhere project

I had just come out of a 3 day coma, I was nursing a Montreal cold with a touch of allergies on top of it. I was in need of some good outdoor spontaneous rush. My first nice day out of the house. The high from my Montreal trip was still in my system. I couldn't let the day go with at least a nice day ride. The ride was nothing out of the norm, nice fast long open back roads, beautiful farm landscapes (you know? sheep, cow, chickens, hills and barn and silo, the whole nine). Endless highways with crazy 100 mph driving Canadians, yes, Canadians can not drive but let them lose on a highway they are not scared to hit the three digits and hold it for miles, maybe it had something to do with the lack of highway po-po on the road, did not see a cop the whole day. Happy, happy, joy, joy... rode around Lake Simcoe, one of the few big lakes around the area. Checked out a town named Barrie, nice little summer party town. It is also home to a beautiful metal sculpture called "Spirit Catcher". Everything was typical to a nice day ride but the event that sticks out of my head about that day was meeting the devil child of Lake Simcoe...

I was taking side roads beside the lake so I could check out the residential views. The lake was pretty big, some areas are middle class, some had high end homes... and others are the houses across the train tracks with lake views, you know the rough part of town. I didn't really know exactly where I was but you could just tell it wasn't a happy place by the poorly maintained houses and the people that was up and kinda about. It is in one of those streets I had my encounter with the child of satan. I was put-putting around, taking it slow on the bike when I saw from a distance a child about 6 years old, tiny little thing, on the side of the road standing beside his bike as if he was waiting to cross the street. The thought in my head was to honk as I pass him in hopes of putting a smile on his face. No cars were coming and no other person was to be seen for blocks. As I got closer to him, the sound of the bike catches his attention and he stares at me with this pouting face... mean like, like a dog at half growl! I was surprised by his reaction. In a matter of seconds, he proceeded to psych me out by pretending to ghost ride his bike in front of the motorcycle... he doesn't just do it once but three times... I knew he wasn't going to do it so I didn't react but I was so surprised by actions. So I kicked the kid in the face as I road by, just kidding! I stuck to my plan and honked the horn but the kid just kept growling and foaming in the mouth. as I rode away I didn't know how I felt about being that close to Satan's only child but then a smile sneaked up on to my face... that punk was one tough ass son of a bitch, somethin' admirable about that. I just kept smiling, "punk".