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Friday, August 17, 2007

Adventures of a Non-Biker

Did you know if you wear a bike helmet when peddling home drunk, you’re safer and cuter? A friend proved that to me last night. It almost makes me want to pull out my beach cruiser and ride from bar to bar—almost. I bought a bike two summers ago, for that very reason. Has it happened? No. Will it? Probably not. The street I live on has a slight incline and I can’t be bothered to ride uphill. Can you see why I’m not a mountain biker?

At the beginning of the summer I pulled the bike out with the brilliant idea that if I painted it pink—rather then it’s current blue color—I would ride it more, or at all. I searched until I found the perfect shade of pink paint. When I got ready to paint it, I realized I’d have to pull the bike apart to properly paint it. And if you pull something apart the rules of the universe clearly state you must put it back together. Needless to say, I didn’t tear the bike apart. My bike is not pink. My bike is not currently being ridden.

I’ll just have to live vicariously through my friend’s riding adventures. Maybe I can paint his helmet pink. I do have the paint…

4 comments:

D! said...

Ride the bike for a week and I 'll come paint it.

Bob said...

I'll come and pull it apart and help paint it for you. And then I'll put it back together again.

I'm an expert on taking bikes apart. Hauling a bike around Minnesota without riding it much tends to make you an expert.....

Anonymous said...

I can't help but love you now.

me me me me me said...

Which friend?