It’s a sad state of affairs when Aunt Lily posts on her blog more (twice) in a week than me (once) so maybe I’ll do two posts today and start a blog war. It would be a battle with an unarmed opponent because I ain’t got nothing to talk about versus her most interesting life. When all else fails, it’s time to post something about diet and exercise.
Lara is gearing up for her graduation party tonight and her excellent friends brought this cake to the festivities. Very Nice!
Isn’t she pretty? That’s the Kona Dew Drop and Jeff over at Bike Carson pointed me in her direction and Denis at Bike Habitat will order it on Tuesday. I do not recommend going through the same bike testing process, however.
I biked down to the store across the county line this morning and saw this Kona test model in the rack. Denis and I went out back to let me take it for a ride. I was in love at the two-second point: fast, so much lighter than Dollar, and it turns on a dime. I made the decision to buy it at the three-second mark.
I crashed at the five-second mark.
As visual spectaculars go, this was a boring crash. Very little blood and scraping compared to the old days thanks to a large prickly bush cushioning the fall, but my ribs took some impact against the brick wall behind the bush and that’s where I’m feeling it. After dusting myself off, we made sure the bike was undamaged and I ordered a larger model (seriously, how could I not?). I think Denis had second thoughts about selling it to me after I said I crash about once a year. He had the look of a bartender wondering if he should sell more booze to the town drunk.
I put some more miles on the odometer and headed home for a dose of Advil, a nice long shower, and the usual exasperated looks from The Bride.
Edit: Before the ride. The Bride took some pix of my ribs when I got home and I lied: the skin is scraped and bloody but nothing feels broken. As this is a PG-rated blog, you will be spared the gore and mayhem, gentle reader (chicks dig scars, right?).