don't read this shit

i'm riding my bike. it's an old bike, a bike i got one christmas and could not ride until april when the weather finally turned with the earth. i'm wending my way along the backwater hick road i live on. it's funny how if i just turned my head, i'd be facing the highway which leads to the rest of civilization. the highway which connects me to everyone and everything else in this stupid small 'census-designated place'. anyway, this bike i'm riding is a little fucked up. the gears shift loudly, as if all the rednecks living on the road should hear me biking past. at times, there is no resistance and i stop frequently to check if the chain is still there. i don't have a helmet on, so if something should go wrong, i lose my head. cars pass by me, slower than the 40 mph speed limit designated for this country lane. i feel a white car slow down behind me; i can see this without turning my head. i'm hoping to the great lord above that its not some creepy pervert, the registered sex offender living right next to the opening of my community, following me with a mind to stuff me in his trunk and cut me up. after a couple seconds, the white car makes a turn onto an even sketchier and lonelier backwater road, where the asphalt turns to gravel in 3 blinks of an eye. the bike ride feels like the ultimate american summer moment. tall grass that looks like wheat tickle my toes while i ride on the tiny shoulder of the road. i'm passing tall trees and old houses, and i can really smell the summer. it's warm and sunny, but with the kind of light that's fading fast as school approaches its beginning the way the sun approaches the horizon. i'm getting bored. i'm going nowhere. i only bike to a place where i know i'll still have the strength to turn around and go back home. i enter a newly finished but seemingly empty community, houses with 1-2 acre plots and extra big lawns. tall trees, uncharacteristic for a new neighborhood, dot the lawns. an old asian man works at trying to remove some sort of rock or gnarled tree root from the front of his lawn. he does not notice me, and i like this feeling. i know that the end of this street turns into yet another gravelly piece of shit so i turn around quick and go home.