Chicks Love a Ride

Looka what happens when you leave your fresh set of wheels unattended in Kensington.  At least, if said wheels include a rack.   ‘Round midnight, and here’s this note on the windshield. Written on the back of a set of David Letterman timings.  What??  Only 7 and a half minutes of local avails?  Scandalous!

Interestingly, the rack is not currently set up to carry a bike.  Nor will it ever be, on account of this car is better suited for a spare-mount bike rack.  But maybe a ride of some sort is desired:  I hear it’s a big hill to get up to Kensington which, she would be tired.

Alas, ’twas a tease.  Next day I had to pedal my own self around the Mt. Airy test track, with super-biker squeaking about not being able to keep up.  Did I go too fast?  It’s always easier with a stiff frame, but oh the cost.  Maybe cheaper components.  Shifter?  I hardly know ‘er.

But it seems the days of beautiful exercise, fresh air, sunshine, helmet-head, pounding heart, burning quadriceps, raw throat, sweat-soaked clothing, near collapse from dehydration, and all that wonderful stuff draw nearer.  Huh.  Maybe I should just get a kayak.

2 Responses to “Chicks Love a Ride”

  1. 1 ycycle

    How do you know the reply was left by a chick looking for a ride??

    And this isn’t the first time I’ve heard of a girl complaining of a boy who is too fast. Slow and Steady wins the race.

  2. 2 Kevin

    I’ve seen chicks try to fly. Their wings aren’t built for it. Hence the need for a ride. HAH! PH34R my mighty deductive powers!

    Slow and steady is fine until someone gets bored.

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