I’m A Two-Wheeled Renegade
I went to see a man about a bike. And now I’m hells on wheels, baby.
Don’t knock the Huffy. I’ve been bicycle shopping for a while, trying to find a deal because let’s face it, I will not be riding this balance-act everyday. I love the idea of “going for a stroll” at a faster pace, feeling the wind in my hair. And for when I feel especially adventurous, riding over to Mrs. Rev’s house. (Yes, adventurous. That road can get very busy.)
When I was a kid, I rode my bike everywhere and all day long. That’s probably why I was skinny. I’m not so skinny any more. Boo.
A friend was able to set me up with this little Huffy number and she’s a cutie (the bike that is, not that you’re not cute Shadow). She’s a “touring bike” which means the handlebars are upright, the seat has a little spring cushion, fenders to keep the dirt off and there’s even a place to put a basket if I feel the need to do so. She needs a name. And a bell. So I can be all like “RING RING, bitches!”
I only took her for a quick spin last night. It has been about 10 years since I’ve ridden a bike. And you could tell. My coordination is way a bit off and I started out a little shaky, but the more you practice the better you get. This evening I’ll be breaking her in for our first neighborhood tour. Hopefully my neighbors will forgive me if I end up face planting in their front yards.
Thank you, Shadow, for hooking a sista up! “RING RING!“