Drugs and Bicycles
Your Personality Is Like Ecstasy
You're usually feeling the love for the world around you - you want to hug everyone.
And while you're usually content to sit back and view the world with wonder...
Sometimes you're world becomes very overwhelming and a little scary.
What Drug Is Your Personality Like?
And now for something completely different:
The Bicycle Adventure
Yesterday, Allison and I decided to go on a bike ride on the way home from Chorale. The catch: we only had one bicycle. And it's a really shitty bicycle. It's my $49 Wall-Mart bike that I finally took to the shop this week and got deshittified. However, that doesn't mean there's anywhere for a second person to stand, sit, or hover.
This was quite an adventure.
15 minutes later, we finally figure out a suitable method and begin the departure from the conservatory. The solution was that I sit on the seat, gripping Allison's jacket for dear life, with her backpack on my back, while she holds the handlebars and balances on the pedals, which she controls.
Another catch: Remember when I said this is a shitty bicycle? I think we made it shittier. Our weight was too much for the back wheel, which kept turning to the side and getting stuck in the wheel holding bar thing to the side of it. Don't you just love my advanced knowledge of bicycles? Anyway, we figured out while practicing with it that all you have to do is kick it back to the middle from the side. However, you can't fix it without stopping.
So we're finally biking along and suddenly the wheel decides to be stupid so we hear/feel ERRRRRRRRRRRRERERERERGGRRE
REERRRRRRRRR! But we keep going. My quote of the day: It's like a vibrator! But in my ass!
Crossing the street was fun. It was a waddle-fest because we had to stop too often for Allison to get her feet situated on the pedals. And making Allison laugh was bad. To put it in perspective: I was screaming the whole time. Allison apparently thought that was damn funny. Which made her drive like a crazy person. Which made me scream harder. And then she forgot to steer onto the handicap ramp thing off the sidewalk and rode us off the curb. My ass hurts just thinking about it.
Overall, it was hilarious and amusing and ridiculously fun.
I think I'll do it again.
Someday.
In a few years.
With another bicycle.
And maybe a new ass.