I dug out the bike a couple of days ago. I haven't ridden much during the last couple of years, so I am trying to ride every day.
Except-
My biking legs are out of shape.
Whatever protective callouses I had are gone. Saddle sore! Where is that gel seat anyway?
My bike didn't magically grow a kickstand. Darn it. Poor thing rests on her side a lot.
She could use a tune up. (Brakes, chain, a kickstand, etc.)
I could use a tune up.
Still-
I love the fact that it is always cooler riding a bike than walking or running. Until you get off...!
My hair doesn't have to be clean under the helmet.
If I ride fast enough, no one need know that I'm not wearing makeup.
If I ride fast enough, no one will notice that I need to shave my legs.
There's nothing like riding down a big hill with the wind in my hair.
But-
In order to go downhill, you usually have to go up hill.
Wheat farmers are crazy this time of year. High alert riding!
I need a new helmet. I'm pretty sure 15 years is past the expiration date.
Our house on Easy Street sits at the top of the hill. Every ride ends with a hill, unless I decide not to come home. *sigh*
Yet-
The Mr. has been know to provide a pretty good sag wagon when needed.
He insists I take my cell phone, so I could always call him...!
If I'm really not in bike shape (I'm not!), I can hop off and push the bike for the last 100 yards. I may be doing that until August at this rate.
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We have a lot of hills around here, so it's impossible to go anywhere without having to go up a hill! Which is one reason my bike doesn't see the light of day very often! :)
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