Cycling Up The River Trail
I wake up a few minutes before 7:00 am, and realize I'm supposed to go riding with Barb this morning. I don't feel like it. I call her and ask, "Are we supposed to go on a ride this morning?" She says yes, she'll be over in fifteen minutes. I resign myself to this early morning splash of reality and say OK, see you in fifteen.
Later, we're cycling up the San Gabriel River bike trail. I'm slowly getting into it. My bicycle is well maintained; I can't hear it. I hear only a slight hum and the noise of the wind. I love that. On the way back home, about thirty five miles into a fifty mile ride, we stop to stretch. Barb is wearing this black cycling outfit, and looks fabulous. I swear to god, she looks like Aeon Flux. I tell her that outfit and a pair of high heels will get her into any nightclub in America. Of course, I look like I just crawled out of a cardboard box, my hair sticking straight up and my baggy shorts hanging straight down. I was wearing nice socks, though.
It turned out to be a very nice ride, though my butt still doth protest at around the mile 30 mark. I'm confident we'll have no problems at the STP in July.
Later, we're cycling up the San Gabriel River bike trail. I'm slowly getting into it. My bicycle is well maintained; I can't hear it. I hear only a slight hum and the noise of the wind. I love that. On the way back home, about thirty five miles into a fifty mile ride, we stop to stretch. Barb is wearing this black cycling outfit, and looks fabulous. I swear to god, she looks like Aeon Flux. I tell her that outfit and a pair of high heels will get her into any nightclub in America. Of course, I look like I just crawled out of a cardboard box, my hair sticking straight up and my baggy shorts hanging straight down. I was wearing nice socks, though.
It turned out to be a very nice ride, though my butt still doth protest at around the mile 30 mark. I'm confident we'll have no problems at the STP in July.
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