I remember the first time I found myself in the path of a hurricane. It was super awkward.
The hurricane was coming at me head on. When I tried to pass it on the left, it moved to the left at the same time to avoid me, putting us back on a collision course.
We both moved quickly to the right to avoid each other and again we were in one another’s way. We moved to the left again. Then I paused to let it move to the right, but it apparently had the same plan in mind because it just stood there, waiting for me to make my move.
Finally, after standing for sometime trying to read its mind, I decided to move, only the hurricane thought it was also an ideal time to move too because it shifted to my side of the path.
“Just go ahead,” I shouted, just wanting to end the awkward situation.
The hurricane began to approach me and I shifted slowly to the right to clear the way, only my hands accidentally slipped off of the brakes of my bike and I glided back into the path of the oncoming hurricane, causing the storm to swerve and slam its front tire into the guard rail, sending it flying over the handlebars into a ravine below.
I thought I should probably see if it needed help but instead I kinda ended up rolling away acting like I didn’t notice what happened.
Interesting. Usually when hurricanes see me in their path it seems like they purposely run right in to me and then look at me like, “what the hell is your problem chick… just stand all in the way why don’t you!”. I suppose that is what I get for being from Louisiana.
I think that’s because hurricanes are sexist