By Rochelle E.B. Gilken
I swam in alligator-infested lakes. I went rock climbing without a harness. I fought until I was bloody in a boxing ring.
But I was never more nervous about my mortality than I was while preparing to embark on this journey: a death-defying bike ride from Linton Boulevard and A1A to the Ritz Carlton in Manalapan.
It may not sound frightening, but I calculated the odds.
Even a Smart Car, hitting the scales at 1,600 pounds, outweighs me and my bike by the equivalent of six Mike Tysons.
And there’s a little more room in a boxing ring to avoid getting hit than there is between a hedge and a hatchback negotiating a two-lane curve at 35 miles per hour.
My challenge was to join the other daredevils with pink baskets, silver hair or spandex shorts who take this route on a daily basis.