So, I have a bicycle. A nice one, even. A Trek. It’s a girl bike. Black, with pretty scroll work on it. A pannier for carrying all my stuff. A bell. Lots of gears. Nice cushy handlebar grips. A comfortable saddle. It’s set up so it doesn’t hurt to ride it. <\/p>\n
I’ve ridden it about five times in all the years I have had it. <\/p>\n
Why?<\/p>\n
I have no idea. I enjoyed it when I did ride it. I just never got into it. <\/p>\n
The other day, I pumped up the tires and cleaned it. Not for any particular reason. I happened to mention it to a guy on OKCupid who had messaged me, along with the fact that I’d never really learned how to shift it and stuff, and he said “now that it’s clean, do you want to ride it tomorrow?”<\/p>\n
Without thinking about it, I agreed. <\/p>\n
Then I realized that I was insane, but I didn’t call it off. <\/p>\n
It was fun. Except for the part where I crashed in the parking lot because I couldn’t get my foot out of the toe clip. I think maybe I will not feel so good tomorrow. There are bruises popping up in some interesting places on my body. <\/p>\n
He turned out to be a nice guy. Smart, funny and way too athletic for me. I think I need to see if my tall, thin, hiking\/biking\/running\/paddling friend would like him. He thinks running shoes are sexy!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"