Bicycle!

Friday afternoon saw me riding my new bike home from the bike shop.I have permagrin whenever I'm on it. This bike is so much fun to ride.

And I'm not the only one. The few that have been lucky enough to warrant a ride on my beloved agree, there is something about riding this bike that ... well, makes you feel like goofy-grinned dork.

I think the fact that it's easy to ride and comfortable — that fat mama-ass seat rules! — makes it the coolest bike ever.

Friday as I drove home from band practice around 10 p.m., I called Bill. I told him to be sure that my fancy torpedo headlight had batteries because I was fixing to do some nighttime cruising ... and I did — round and round the block I went.

The neighbors, I'm sure, are pretty tired of seeing me ride around the block again and again; the sound of my bell is probably wearing on their nerves, too. But what's the point of having a bell if ya ain't gonna ring it, eh?

Sunday (the day after our show) we decided to ride our bikes downtown for lunch. We hooked Mar's tagalog bike to mine and off we went.
And it was all fine until the ride home when I got really tired. Really tired.

It was hot and I was pooped out. I kept yelling back at Mar, "Pedal harder." And lucky for me, she did. Sometimes I even coasted while she pedaled us along. Mar kept saying, "Why are we going so slow?"

Sean, having no patience for our snail-like progress, zipped off on his bike and beat us home by enough time to put away his bike, get something to drink and resume his position in front of his computer.

So now after a weekend of bike riding and rockin' 'n' rollin' I'm sore and worn out. But, I don't care. I plan on riding my bike around at lunch time today, too. Maybe I'll even get the nerve to ride it to work one day this week.