A singer in a smoky room, the smell of wine and cheap perfume
So I bought a bike.
Holy shit, I bought a bike.
Basically, I sat there, did some math, and realized that taking the bus to and from work everyday was more money than the price of a new bike. So it's shiny and red and I was super excited to ride to work last night.
It took a half hour to get to work, and forty five minutes to get back. It triggered several asthma attacks and I literally can barely move I am so sore, but I BIKED TO WORK!
This clearly excites me.
Next time, I might do a couple short jaunts first, to get used to it, then work up to a big trip. Either way... eventually I'll be a lean mean biking machine. (Or just a fat chick on a bike, whatever.)
Planning on going to see Iron Man 2 tomorrow. Which is good, cause I finally saw the first one.
Holy shit, I bought a bike.
Basically, I sat there, did some math, and realized that taking the bus to and from work everyday was more money than the price of a new bike. So it's shiny and red and I was super excited to ride to work last night.
It took a half hour to get to work, and forty five minutes to get back. It triggered several asthma attacks and I literally can barely move I am so sore, but I BIKED TO WORK!
This clearly excites me.
Next time, I might do a couple short jaunts first, to get used to it, then work up to a big trip. Either way... eventually I'll be a lean mean biking machine. (Or just a fat chick on a bike, whatever.)
Planning on going to see Iron Man 2 tomorrow. Which is good, cause I finally saw the first one.