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bikestuff, happy happy joy joy, whining and complaining Add commentsWARNING: If you’re bored by talk of cycling, skip on ahead. But these random thoughts keep regaling me with their uproarious tales every time I ride, so unless I download them somewhere they will continue to haunt me.
1. I have a new enemy: The Wind. Either Evil or Blessed depending on what direction I am going, The Wind has caused me some agony and joy. Mostly the former it seems, so it must be changing direction. Hate. Wind.
2. Indecisive cat at the bottom of what should be the Flying Hill of Joy That Comes before The Painful Uphill That’s Almost At The End Of My Ride When My Legs Are Shot. Causes much sudden braking and tooth-gnashing.
3. Geese are smarter than cats, either that or the Lead Goose in charge of the entire village’s brood (much grown, now) and responsible for Safe Crossing of Roads must know a thing or two about bicycles, and wisely avoided much featherous tragedy by keeping everyone to the side until the Great Wheeled God had passed.
4. Weird tan: arms (but only down to the wrist, from gloves); shoulders but only in back; and the tops of thighs only. Attractive!
5. If a fattish kid also on a bike does the head-nod thing to you and you nod back, being the polite cyclist that you are, it may cause you to notice that you’ve forgotten to don your helmet, noticing as you now do the feel of the wind in your hair. Nervousness about cars and really really hard asphalt and what happened to this guy (clearly there are genetic connections, although you don’t pretend to be able to do much of anything he does—100 miles? At one time? HA!—despite having worshipped him for years in a younger-sisterly sort of way) causes you to turn back although you’ve only been out ten minutes.
END OF BIKESTUFF
1. Eric looks remarkably grown up now in a polo short and khakis, especially when he is emptying the pantry in search of something to eat.
2. It’s interesting how fast a cat will run and for how long when it’s gotten its back legs entangled in a plastic grocery bag. (WHY IS THAT DAMN THING FOLLOWING ME???) I estimate a good 40 mph, which went on for a good ten minutes before I could catch up with him and remove the bag. No lasting damage to the cat, but the bag, sadly, was beyond repair. This may curb his penchant for crawling into bags.
[tags]cycling, biking, stupid wind, funny cat stories[/tags]
June 14th, 2007 at 10:56 am
okay the bit about the cat had me in stitches. Having had cats and worked with cats it is just the sort of silly thing they do.
poor kitty. Glad you were able to rescue him before any real bag trauma was done.