This past Saturday, I completed my first “imperial century” ride on my bike. It’s 100+ miles on the bike and it’s not particularly easy.
In the course of the first 20 miles, I was crapped on by a bird hanging out above me. The guy I was riding with saw the poop on my leg and laughed while he commented “that means our ride will have good luck!”
60 miles later, my left crank arm and pedal flew off and I nearly had a terrible crash on the bike. Not so sure about the “good luck” thing.
Funny how often we use “superstitions” to fill in and explain little happenings? These little tweaks or happenstances we link to some spiritual movement that will bless us with good fortune?
Superstition is interesting, but I’ve never been able to believe in it. Bring on the black cats and full moons, I’ll keep my hat on straight and you won’t ever catch me knocking on wood.