So...I've been kinda busy with a sick MilkMan. He's better, but still feeling pretty crappy. He had a BAD bout with diverticulitus starting last Friday. The bitch lost 15 pounds. Of course, it was the hard way.
I FINALLY got out on my bike last Saturday. I rode with our pals David and Diana and had a really really fun afternoon and evening. I always always forget how much fun I have on my bike, until I get back on it. I start thinking...MilkMan doesn't ride much anymore and as time goes forward (and he gets older LOL) he rides even less. Maybe I should sell my bike.
Then.
I wipe down her long and shiny chrome exhaust pipes. Dust off the gas tank and wipe down the rear fat fender. Make the big loud first crank on the key and I begin to remember why I ride. And by the time I hit second gear with the wind buzzing by my ears, whistling in my earrings, I TOTALLY come to my senses.
Hope you all have a great weekend and my yankee pals STOP RAIN DANCING ALREADY. ♥
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Finally a new post. Good. I'm happy now.
Yanno, that biking gig would sound really good to me if I hadn't already tried it once and wrecked into another guys bike busting out his tail light. After that none of the guys wanted to ride around me. I saw I was gonna crash into him....and I jumped off the bike. ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ha ha ha ha! I'm a hell of a good jumper.
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Do NOT sell the bike!
In the last church I pastored I had a parishioner who had ridden bikes—always very BIG bikes—from the time he was discharged from the navy after World War II until he sold his last bike when he was 80 years old and his wife told him he was “too old for that damned toy.” Several years later, when he was 86, he broke his hip while he was “moving” his great-grandson’s (small) Honda. When I visited him in hospital, be begrudging admitted to me (and no one else) that by “moving” he meant “riding” and the reason he broke his hip was because “that G__ damned bike was too little to ride.”
Once riding is in your soul, it never departs. :)
You know better than to sell the bike!! Don't do it!
Hope Milkman is better soon. He's had his share, poor guy.
Why, thank you! LMAO! How do ya know you wouldn't like tofu chocolate chip cookies? hmmm.
PS. this gal is runnin' over me like a freight train. Do I have tire marks on my face?
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Poor Milkman!
This post makes me want to get my own bike. I'm scared of all the idiots out there with no respect for bikes.
Dang I want me a bike. You almost talked me into getting one!
Hope the MilkMan gets fully recovered!
Nothin worse than a sick man around the house!
when I want to lose a few pounds, I just lop off an arm or leg..I mean heck you have another one whats the big deal?
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