Bags of Bran


Nap time?
April 20, 2013, 6:28 pm
Filed under: Bike, Personal Adventures

Instead of purgatorially toiling away in basement limbo, I went out for a real bicycle ride today. Furthermore, I went for a real bicycle ride with real human beings. We went and rode up the teensy little hills that dot our corner of the world; the biggest ones we could find. We met up with other people who were like-minded, and away we went.

I got a flat tire and smashed my blinkie light on the pavement, all in one fell swoop. I fixed it.

I ate some technology-flavored gelatinous goop. It worked!

We visited two of the three Freewheel Bike locations, but not the one I call home. One nice person gave me a cookie and another tried to give me a shirt, but alas, my pocket space was all spoken for.

I got to share some of my favorite little secret routes with other people.

We rode near lakes. They are still mostly frozen, and the ducks are getting crowded in the little open areas.

We rode through a quarter-mile stretch of snowy gravel chunder on road bikes. I would not hesitate to call that purgatorial, especially the slightly uphill part. Wrestling 23 millimeter wide slick tires on mud covered with six inches of melting snow does not exactly feel like a synergy of cosmic energy surging through your gig. 

When I got home, Lady fed me some leftovers and took me out for a stroll in the ghetto.

You know, I feel like I could buckle down and get some homework *zzzzzzzzzzzzz*

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