On this morning's ride to Sandy Springs I got a huge cramp. A real nasty one. I thought about riding through it but after about 100 feet I decided to engage the backup plan.
As a bike commuter you've always got to plan ahead. Flats, mechnical failures, or even a turn in the weather might force you off your bike. My backup plan is to take the bus to the Sandy Springs station. So as my cramp intensified I stopped at the nearest bus stop, waited for the bus and began to stretch. And I waited, and waited, I know the bus schedules pretty well and I knew the bus was running late. Then it came barrelling over the hill and nearly flew right past me. I loaded by bike on the rack, (got to love MARTA's bike friendliness) and began one of the most harrowing bus rides of my life. I mean this was slapstick comedy, sterotypical third-world bus driving, kind of crazy. The bus driver flew down the roads far in excess of the 35 mph speed limit. We hit a dip in the road and by heart jumped as I heard the rack hitting the asphalt. Needless to say I was relieved when we finally reached the train station.