The Bike of My Dreams
I got my bike back from my boss who fixed it up all shiny and pretty after being mangled by an unpretty white car, and it's great having it back.
The brakes no longer squeak, and the tires roll! In a straight line! Amazing! With a free set of Ginsu Knives!
Only thing I'm not too happy about is its new lackadaisical attitude about switching gears. Dude, you're a bike; you have to switch gears. Preferably when I tell you to.
I took it out for a nice ride last night and, true to my intentions, a quick 20 minute ride this morning at 7am, a whole half hour before I am used to waking.
I am so completely out of shape, my 20 minute ride this morning left me panting and barely able to walk. The Spit is 5 miles long: what in the world makes me think I will be able to ride down to its end, none the less ride BACK?
My only hope is that Damon hasn't been keeping up with his bike riding and will be, in fact, worse off than I am. I need someone to make myself feel superior, and he is just the man to do it.
Did I mention you were riding The Spit with me, Damon? No? Hm.
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i'd totally go with you if i were there! i could certainly use the exercise...
I figured you'd try to rope me into that ungodly trek with you. You know we're only going to make it like 1/4 of the way before we say "screw it" and turn back right?