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Satire Piece: Bridge

     As a runner, I cannot express how much pain the bridge at Long Lake and Livernois has caused me. Everyday in the summer I would ride my bike to Troy High School and then run. I did this twice a day from times 8-10:30 am and 7-9:30 pm. I even know the men by face, some more welcoming and others just absolutely fucking repulsive crusty pedophiles. Because I ran in the summer I chose to wear  tank tops and spandex. My favorite pair of spandex were pink and cheetah and yeah they seem a little risque but no way did I ask for any of their flirtatious tudes. After being hit on and them making jokes that “they need to get a pair of those” I chose to not wash my spandex and wear them the next day paired with a troy high school shirt. Some of the battles were kinda hard. It was always a surprise because some day the hill would be covered in sand, dirt, or just blown up. I would have to walk 20% of the time and just carry my bike like a fool. But the worst infliction was on a stormy night. It was 9:30 and I was headed home on my bike. I was rushing because it was about to rain and I decided to full send the hill. I succeeded and as I approached the straight away my wheel met the space between the grass and the street pavement and I swiftly flipped. Skidding on to the street I fucked up my wheels and cracked my helmet. YEAH. The helmet that I was made fun of for saved my life. Despite having scars and being scared that is one of the funniest stories I will tell.

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