Wait, what time is it? Oh good, only 1:00pm. The High School isn't out yet. No way will I ride if the high school is out. uh uh, no way, not gonna happen. Never. Ever.
First things first, where are my bike shorts???
I know I have some bike shorts in here somewhere!
Sunny and 42 degrees. Brrr. Bootie time!
I manage to not wipe out going down our gravel driveway, make it onto the road and I can't shift! What? are my hands so weak I can't move it? is it broke? I stop my bike and make the oh so smart decision to force it. (What, am I a man now?) I take both hands and shove with all my might. CRACK! oops.
Now it is all loose and floppy. Great. Oh well. I can ride in the middle ring since my legs aren't all that strong. so off I go mumbling about my piece of sh*t bike.
I make it just a bit over a mile and I start thinking, "Holy Moly, I am REALLY out of shape. It feels like the brakes are on".
OH, the brakes are on. DOH. Another stop to adjust the brake pads and I am off again.
I am so busy grumbling in my head and trying to figure out how many shifts at a minimum wage job I would need in order to make enough money to buy a new bike, that I miss my turn.
No biggie, I just need to make a u-turn.
Only it's been so long since I've ridden that I actually have to stop and unclip to turn around. I am so embarrassed.
I am riding along grumbling and moaning when I raise my eyes off the pavement in front of me. WHOA! There it is! The reason I love to bike in Whatcom County.
Hello beautiful Mt. Baker!
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