Bridges||Basketball||Bicycles

I got in a car accident earlier this week. I had just called my boss to explain that my usual 20-minute commute had turned into an hour because people didn’t know how to drive in the snowish ice thing we woke up to that morning. Within a couple minutes there I am, exiting off the interstate and unable to slow down on the iced ramp. Thankfully the light was green as I looked up, but then it was yellow and then it was red while I slid through… crossing through a six-lane intersection without anything to do to stop. Thankfully a few lanes saw me and though they looked at me like the idiot person running a light, they still saw me and stopped… then the last lane had a truck in it that didn’t see me. She maimed my right front side of the car (in front of the passenger seat) and thankfully we were both fine. It took them awhile to get our cars apart, her hitch was hooked into my car apparently.

I have insurance which is great… a deductible which isn’t, but at least the car is fixable and I’m alive. I have generous friends who have let me borrow cars and taken me places and even one who said I could borrow her car to go on my trip to the homeland next week:)

Sooooo I’ve been riding my bicycle more frequently than before. Yesterday I was riding around and I smiled more. I noticed things I hadn’t before on my trek home from work. I was going on the cherry creek bike path, which took me under a bridge and suddenly my face lit up… it startled me, “leah, why are you smiling a little fat-kid smile?” I thought. I LOVE bridges! I mean I really really love bridges. Ever since I was little there was something soothing about a bridge – the fact that water is there, the one we had to cross over before hiking up to the hot springs. You can usually find some good fishing under the dark places. In Arkansas we would jump off the bridges. When I was little we would float down the river and hang out under bridges. I like them. I smile under them.

The fam in front of the bridge up to the hot springs a while back

My dear friend Bodie was celebrated last night with drinks and holla’s at GooseTown Tavern so I rode my little bike over to join in. On my way I passed by a blacktop with an older man and two boys shooting hoops. The man, I assumed to be the dad, was trying to show the boys his mad skills as he went for a jump shot. I smiled. I love the way sports can bind a family together. Some of my favorite memories with my dad are from little league games he coached, watching he and my cousins and uncles play games in front of the house and shoot from the cloud (part of the pavement was missing so they filled it in with concrete) for extra points. Or the games he played for the Chiefs, in their short shorts and tube socks – my dad was a badass bball player. I smiled a lot yesterday. Not that I want my car to be in the shop for the next few weeks but I do look forward to the things I’ll notice on my bike… the moments I’ll smile.

this is my meager attempt at taking a pic of a pic minus the scanner...
me as a wee little lassie giving my dad a good luck kiss at his bball game:)