French fried at last! (Comments: 1)

I have finally joined the elite cycling ranks. No, not by winning Le Tour or completing Paris-Roubaix or Paris-Brest-Paris. I did it the hard way — by getting hit with a full box of french fries thrown from a moving bus.

I was on my way home from Schenectady to Albany today, riding up State Street, when I felt a bunch of little stinging sensations on my back. The next thing I knew, I was riding through a cloud of what appeared to be McDonald’s french fries as a school bus passed within inches. I could see the kid who threw them jumping back from the window into his seat.

I tried to catch up, but an Xtracyle is not a great pursuit vehicle. The bus hit five or six green lights in a row going uphill, and I broke off the chase.

To add insult to injury, I wasn’t even able to catch a fry in my mouth!