Oh a shiny red bicycle! What fun! One trip around the campground *gasp* and you better *puff* call an ambulance. I feel *gasp* nearly dead. I am taking this bicycle back to the store. BIG MISTAKE. Why on earth did Santa Claus bring me this torture apparatus?
Just the same, I found out an old vinyl tablecloth with soft felt on the underside makes a great bicycle cover.
Holy cow! I have muscles in places I didn't know existed. Santa Claus *gasp* why on earth *groan* did you bring me a bicycle? I am not *huff* a kid anymore. This might be going back... I barely *gasp* made it around the dirt road loop in the campground. Pedestrians leap out of way as I wobble and wiggle my way through first and second gear hollering "Watch out! I am new at this!"
Look at me! Look at my puppy! He loves riding in the basket up front! Oh wow. My arms ache from steering with a six and a half pound puppy dog up front. He looks real cute though. I better keep this bicycle under lock and key so that some other big kid doesn't steal it.
I ran into the campground bicycle gang. They were ages 6 to 16, about 20 of them in all and they looked scary whizzing by snickering at me. I hope they don't take my bicycle away from me!
A trip to the store (in my friend's car) and now I have a bicycle lock with a heavy duty cable and a bike light. The bicycle wasn't returned. The store is all out of shiny red bicycles. If I return mine, then somebody is sure to snatch it up for their own.
|Seven Gears of Shiny Red Aluminum|
Oh my gosh, my thighs are on fire, but by golly I rode my bicycle a few times today. This is tormenting my body. I had to crawl up the steps to get inside my motorhome.
Through some miracle, I fashioned a way to haul the bicycle on the back of the motorhome without spending any money. That way I can haul it back to the store.
Instead of hauling the bicycle back to the store, I tied it to the rear of the motorhome and moved 130 miles south. The weather is wonderful! I am in shorts (yes, bicycle shorts!) I am going to ride all over the 400 acre park.
Good thing I am in a mostly flat area. Not sure I will ever get the hang of these big hills in Florida. OK, they are really small slopes. I didn't make it out of the campground to see the rest of the park yet.
Puppy loved his second ride today! We barely made 3 loops around the campground.
I guess I am keeping this bicycle, but what will happen to me in the spring when I move to northeast Georgia and those BIG hills? So far I have only used four of the seven gears on the bicycle. *Sigh*
My first day off the dirt and on the pavement. Oh my goodness, better keep the band aids handy. Pedestrians continue to leap out of my way. I don't even need a bell. They look at me wobbling around, steering erratically and run for cover. Every joint in my body aches. Am I too old for this?
The new campground has a different type of gang. They are geriatrics on three wheeled bicycles *oops* trikes. I hope they don't run me down or take my shiny red bicycle away from me.
But by golly,if I keep up this training, by next week I might be able to outrun them. Ha ha ha. Who's the sissy now?
Fifth gear! I made it to fifth gear today! Who knows? Maybe I will make it all the way to the seventh gear by next week! And I passed those trikes today. Yippee!
Oh dear Lord, I ache from neck to toe. This is insanity! But tomorrow will be the start of week two.
If I survive.