"If you can't be pretty, you might as well cause trouble" – Florence King
Posted in biking, Imports from old blogs, Trek 800 on Jun 30th, 2005
I was too tired to update last night. Here’s why: I ended up taking a three-and-a-half-hour bike ride. KCMO is surprisingly hilly, and Sam (the dude who leads the rides I’ve been going on) LOVES the hills. Mad-man! Riding with him, on top of not really feeling that great yesterday, wore my ass out. We […]
Posted in biking, Burley, Car Drama and trauma, Imports from old blogs on Jun 17th, 2005
On the way home from the grocery store, a thought clicked into my brain. My brain stiffened up a moment, then gave itself a stern talking-to. It said: “You know what? You know what? Fuck it! You spent twice the price of that bike and then some to keep a car you fucking hated on […]
Posted in biking, Burley, Imports from old blogs, Trek 800 on Jun 17th, 2005
I have a problem. I’m unable to buy myself non-essential stuff, especially not big-ticket items. I talked myself out of the exact pair of Doc. Marten maryjanes that fit like they were already broken in because I just couldn’t hork up $98 on the day I’d spent nearly $400 to get my glasses fixed. I […]
Posted in biking, Imports from old blogs on May 27th, 2005
Okay, have you ever been so tired, that your arms felt like they were someplace other than on your body? This 6:00 a.m. shift shit is going to kill me. Thank goodness I’m off at 4:00 today. Granted, I’m taking off early to go biking, so it’s going to be refreshing in the sense that […]
Posted in bike commuting, biking, Imports from old blogs on May 23rd, 2005
Well, I guess I’ve established that I’ve been hell on wheels for the greater part of my life so far, but I don’t think I’ve articulated exactly why I love biking so much. Now some of it dates back to my early, childish epiphany that being able to balance on my own two wheels was […]
Posted in bike commuting, biking, Imports from old blogs, Trek 800 on May 22nd, 2005
Like most American children born in the 1970s, once I was able to pull myself up standing, I was plunked into a “walker” and allowed to cruise the house under supervision. This meant, apparently, that I importuned customers in the restaurant and attempted to stalk the dogs as they motored around, minding their own doggy […]