Got up this morning to get the trash out to the curb, and discovered that it was still in the sixties. I took the opportunity to hop on my bike and pedal down the path.
He was really gung-ho, that biker! And he thought that I was, too, which is funny, because I was not celebrating, but compensating. Which made it a triumph.
But it sure got me out of any self-pity that might have been building up, and back into my usual quirky, amused self.
By making the "real" in quotes, I was trying to emphasize how seriously this really fit guy took his cycling, rather than slamming my own efforts (of which I am actually quite pleased.)
I find myself thinking that if trends continue after my 100 rides, I might end up looking more like that in the future myself, all bike-shorts and color coordinated with a spiffy ride.
If my hands weren't so painfully swollen, I wouldn't have done it, either! It was a medical stopgap until I got home.
I went out without my helmet once when I was all distrcted, and Sparkle would not get on the trailer, citing my lack of a helmet.
That mom should know that she is breaking the law; helmets are required for all cyclists in Ohio. Sophie does know better, although I admire her for her growing sense of tact.
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And you *are* a real biker. You bike every day. It doesn't get any realer than that; the rest is just costuming.
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But it sure got me out of any self-pity that might have been building up, and back into my usual quirky, amused self.
By making the "real" in quotes, I was trying to emphasize how seriously this really fit guy took his cycling, rather than slamming my own efforts (of which I am actually quite pleased.)
I find myself thinking that if trends continue after my 100 rides, I might end up looking more like that in the future myself, all bike-shorts and color coordinated with a spiffy ride.
Bike cosplay. *Snerk*
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I had a joke book when I was a kid, full of hundreds of standard old jokes, which I read over and over. And I can't help but think of this one:
Kid, first time around the block: "Look Ma! No hands!"
Kid, second time around the block: "Look Ma! No feet!"
Kid, third time around the block: "Look Ma! No teeth!"
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Gyroscopic forces were my friend, though. At least today.
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I went out without my helmet once when I was all distrcted, and Sparkle would not get on the trailer, citing my lack of a helmet.
That mom should know that she is breaking the law; helmets are required for all cyclists in Ohio. Sophie does know better, although I admire her for her growing sense of tact.
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