July 8th, 2010
Yeah, it’s hot out there. And for the most part, we’ve been ridin’ in it. So, why don’t I just give it a rest, given the ungodly temps? Well, in another week or two—when our truck comes out of “surgery”—I’ll probably be on my way to visit family for a week, where I won’t be able to ride at all. And I have to ride. Because I love food. Because I have a sweet tooth. Because the pounds ain’t comin’ off by themselves. And, oh yeah, I do love to ride. More likely, though, it has to do with the way I am. I’m a feast or famine kinda gal. You either can’t tear me away from something or I ignore it altogether. So… .
Here sits my bike right off the W&OD trail, at our self-prescribed halfway mark. Weather-wise, there was a tradeoff today. Lower temperatures, higher humidity. But it was only an hour ride, on mostly flat terrain, so it wasn’t a killer. And there was plenty of water… .
May 26th, 2010
A conversation the other evening prior to our bike ride in a neighboring hood:
ETH: “I don’t think I can keep up with you the whole way, so if you see me drop off, find me later along the loop*.”
W: “Okay.”
I managed to keep up with him for a few miles, tackling an awful hill (I’m not a climber), then continuing on one of our familiar routes for another mile or so before I started to lag behind, and the distance between us grew farther and farther. My last glimpse of him was a swoosh of black spandex and white tee as he turned the corner and spun out of site, heading for another round, possibly on that killer hill. So, I casually rolled toward the loop to get in whatever miles I could before he tired and came to retrieve me for the ride home.
I rode the loop repeatedly, up its slight but manageable climb and down its precarious, yet exhilarating, hill. I racked up four or five miles (pocket change!) until…uh-oh…raining. So I stopped at one of the intersections, the one where we usually enter the loop, and I popped open my water bottle while I waited for him to arrive, expecting him to ride up at any moment. And he did. IN THE TRUCK. With Lucy in tow who was probably wondering, “Where we goin’?”
And I’m thinkin’ you mean I’ve been PUTTING IN MILES, and you’ve been AT HOME?!
W: “What happened? I waited for you at the light for a long time! I thought we were on our way home!”
ETH: *see second paragraph above*
*A one-mile-plus oval stretch with a good downhill and only one stop sign, suitable for mindless spinning. Can’t forget that stop sign, though.
I’ve taken liberties with my title, which was inspired by John Gray’s book, “Men Are From Mars, Women Are From Venus,” and in doing so, I think I now qualify for the First Anniversary Giveaway over at Secret Forest. Please stop by and pay him a visit, if not to enter his contest, then at least to wish him a Happy Blogiversary and take a look around. Hurry, though, as I believe the contest ends this week.
October 10th, 2009
All was quiet this morning–except for Lucy, of course–when I heard thumping and knocking coming from the basement…so I investigated. And what the…??? Yes, the bike apparently had had it up to its handlebars with me and decided to drag its dusty and neglected self upstairs. I know. I was just as surprised as you. I mean, who would have guessed that bikes don’t like basements? Isn’t that where they’re supposed to live? And how was I to know? It never said a word. Anyway, like it’s not enough that it’s now encroaching on our living space, it now wants to stay upstairs and go out on rides. Geesh, and I thought Lucy was pushy.
Okay, so I told the bike we’d start out on the trainer on the back porch, just to get reacquainted before taking it on the road. It agreed, as long as it can roll to The Pretenders’ Learning to Crawl, which I’m on board with, as it has some great tunes for spinning. But the bike is also demanding blog time…stories and stuff about it. I said to take it up with Lucy, as the blog is pretty much her domain. I assume they hashed it out as the last time I saw Lucy, she was standing there barking at it.
So, to make a long story short–although it’s a little late for that–expect to see the bike pop up on the blog now and then. And I’m wondering, who’s in control here anyway?
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