It had been 11 years. ELEVEN YEARS since I had gotten on a bike. But we went on another weekend get away last weekend and the hotel we stayed at (Boon! You are amazing!) had free bikes for us to use for as long and whenever we wanted (as long as we were back before night fall as these did not have reflectors). On Saturday morning I donned my bicycle outfit:
The dress from our date night the night before (Dress had pockets, huge perk), sans decorative belt, and the addition of Kamel’s plaid shirt, rolled up sleeves and tied at the waist. I was ready.
The helmet made me feel goofy and accentuated my fat head.
In the beginning I was sure to come home with scraped knees, or at the least, having run into some sort of shrubbery. I also couldn’t completely touch the ground with my feet, and that freaked me out too. But by the end I was a speed demon! My poor little butt cheeks were nearly raw from over use and I had sufficient helmet head. It was a a success. Now I want to bicycle on all vacations, especially when cars are unnecessary and a general pain in the ass. I’m still afraid of traffic and cars and I’m a sweaty person so bicycling for my everyday (to work, etc) wouldn’t really work for me. But weekends? And for outdoorsy excursions? I think I’m in.