Despite all this, I still love my bicycle
Well, if I've talked to you at all within the last week, you are completely aware that I received a cool bicycle for my birthday. I know you know this because I've managed to insert the topic of my new bike into every single conversation I've had since I've gotten it. Examples:
text msg. from Summer: Sara. Hi
reply from me: HEY I'M GETTING A BIKE RIGHT NOW
Andrea: hey fatty
Me: No, I ride a bike.
Sarah Beth: so what did you do on friday/sarurday/sunday?
Me: well, I got up and rode my bike on friday/saturday/sunday...
Mitch: what are you going to do tomorrow?
Me: Ride my bike
Striped shirt boy: Oh, I came to the show to hear my friend play because he sings songs about riding a bike.
Me: I JUST GOT A BIKE!
Robin: Hey, let's go to Shulze's. I'll buy you lunch.
Me: Really! Cool! I'll meet you over there...on my bike!
Thomas: Yeah I just took some Sudafed for my headache.
Me: Oh I'm sorry. Sudafed is terrible. So are headaches...Hmmm....I got a bike.
Teresa: I pulled up in the church parking lot and I didn't see your car!
Me: I know, I rode my bike!
Barbara Walters: So is it true that you launched your explosive career as a children's book author back in college when inspired by Shel Silverstein and the plethora of other authors you read as a child?
Me: Well, Barbara, you're looking good by the way, but really it all started when I got a bike on my 20th birthday...
Okay, SO, despite how goofy I may/may not look on my x-small women's mountain bike, it has been quite entertaining and convenient to experiment with this mode of transportation/recreation. I think the moments of littlest pride are those when I am swerving to avoid hitting people and cars, and when I am trying to pick it up to put it on a tall bike rack.
Several unfortunate things have occured since last Tuesday, when I walked out REI with my new baby blue bicycle.
-I got a flat tire on my third day of proud ownership
-I crashed one day in a light drizzle when attempting to move out of the way of McSuburban and scraped up my knee and hands.
-Ignorant of bike ettiquette, I rode on the sidewalk for about a mile on Lamar.
-A frat guy honked at me for riding to slow on the road.
-A bird pooped on my face.
-Ten minutes passed when I was trying, rather unsuccessfully, to lock my bike up at a dorm on campus.
- My jeans got twisted up on my pedal.
- Okay, this will take a couple sentences: I drove a truck to the Park & Ride bus stop today in Leander (40 mins. from Burnet) to catch the bus that would take me into Austin. I took my bike with me, and of course, had it in the bed of the truck. I pulled into a parking spot, and then pulled forward into the next one so I could straighten out, a bit. I got by bike out easily (kinda) and away on the bus we went. Then I thought, "Oh no! What if someone parks behind me and I can't open the tail gate to put my bike back in there for the ride home?!" But, I ended up not getting back to Leander until 9pm. There were only about 6 cars in the parking lot. What are the odds that one would be parked behind me in this 1000 car parking lot? 1/1000? 1/6000? I don't know. But what I do know is that when I got off the bus, I was greeted by the fact that a little red car was parked right behind the truck. Dumb.
text msg. from Summer: Sara. Hi
reply from me: HEY I'M GETTING A BIKE RIGHT NOW
Andrea: hey fatty
Me: No, I ride a bike.
Sarah Beth: so what did you do on friday/sarurday/sunday?
Me: well, I got up and rode my bike on friday/saturday/sunday...
Mitch: what are you going to do tomorrow?
Me: Ride my bike
Striped shirt boy: Oh, I came to the show to hear my friend play because he sings songs about riding a bike.
Me: I JUST GOT A BIKE!
Robin: Hey, let's go to Shulze's. I'll buy you lunch.
Me: Really! Cool! I'll meet you over there...on my bike!
Thomas: Yeah I just took some Sudafed for my headache.
Me: Oh I'm sorry. Sudafed is terrible. So are headaches...Hmmm....I got a bike.
Teresa: I pulled up in the church parking lot and I didn't see your car!
Me: I know, I rode my bike!
Barbara Walters: So is it true that you launched your explosive career as a children's book author back in college when inspired by Shel Silverstein and the plethora of other authors you read as a child?
Me: Well, Barbara, you're looking good by the way, but really it all started when I got a bike on my 20th birthday...
Okay, SO, despite how goofy I may/may not look on my x-small women's mountain bike, it has been quite entertaining and convenient to experiment with this mode of transportation/recreation. I think the moments of littlest pride are those when I am swerving to avoid hitting people and cars, and when I am trying to pick it up to put it on a tall bike rack.
Several unfortunate things have occured since last Tuesday, when I walked out REI with my new baby blue bicycle.
-I got a flat tire on my third day of proud ownership
-I crashed one day in a light drizzle when attempting to move out of the way of McSuburban and scraped up my knee and hands.
-Ignorant of bike ettiquette, I rode on the sidewalk for about a mile on Lamar.
-A frat guy honked at me for riding to slow on the road.
-A bird pooped on my face.
-Ten minutes passed when I was trying, rather unsuccessfully, to lock my bike up at a dorm on campus.
- My jeans got twisted up on my pedal.
- Okay, this will take a couple sentences: I drove a truck to the Park & Ride bus stop today in Leander (40 mins. from Burnet) to catch the bus that would take me into Austin. I took my bike with me, and of course, had it in the bed of the truck. I pulled into a parking spot, and then pulled forward into the next one so I could straighten out, a bit. I got by bike out easily (kinda) and away on the bus we went. Then I thought, "Oh no! What if someone parks behind me and I can't open the tail gate to put my bike back in there for the ride home?!" But, I ended up not getting back to Leander until 9pm. There were only about 6 cars in the parking lot. What are the odds that one would be parked behind me in this 1000 car parking lot? 1/1000? 1/6000? I don't know. But what I do know is that when I got off the bus, I was greeted by the fact that a little red car was parked right behind the truck. Dumb.