Bike journal
I can't remember which number this bike journal is supposed to be. I don't really care any more. I've started cyclocommuting :D :D
It is fun! Slopes and puddles and people to dodge and road bumps and traffic lights! My thighs died and my heart sang!
Now that I'm reasonably competent in this business, I think I won't write another bike journal until I finally get into an accident. Hooray nobody can stop me now. Not that I've relinquished being a plodder (slow walks are good when your thighs have died) but bikes are so much more efficient -- and so much more exciting.
WAHAHAHAHAHA.
It is fun! Slopes and puddles and people to dodge and road bumps and traffic lights! My thighs died and my heart sang!
Now that I'm reasonably competent in this business, I think I won't write another bike journal until I finally get into an accident. Hooray nobody can stop me now. Not that I've relinquished being a plodder (slow walks are good when your thighs have died) but bikes are so much more efficient -- and so much more exciting.
WAHAHAHAHAHA.
posted by the zen thing at 11:27 am
2 Comments:
'tis be exciting! Although you wouldn't WANT to get into an accident just for some writing material because they are PAINFUL! Heh. I think I busted my kneecaps.
eek kneecaps are naughty, they make you walk funny when they're hurt. I don't want to get into an accident, but I don't mind as long as it means that a) I'm not dying in it, and b) I'm cycling when it happens! My parents have said NO once again to cyclocommuting. It makes me want to abscond with my bike to faraway places.
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