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?