August 7, 2008
Y’all! My Borrowed Cruiser
The bike our friend Janie lent me. (The one I thought, at first, too girly to ride, but I’ve started riding it. I’ve decided it’s Gay not girly.) ‘Course now we’ve pimped it out with saddle bags, so I can carry some groceries, and a lock, we’ll make an offer to Janie. (But now, I find myself wanting hand-tooled cuyo (sp?) leather saddle bags (wonder if I can get them from Harley-Davidson?) with fringe. Maybe leather streamers from the ends of the handle-bars?)
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“It’s Gay — Not Girly”: New favorite slogan!
You need one of those little ringers–the kind actuated by a sideways push of the thumb. That’s one of the loveliest sounds in the world.
Oh, can those still be gotten?
Silly rabbit. Of course. Everything can be gotten.
That is indeed one of the sweetest sounds.
A Bell! Natch! Sweet indeed. I’ll be on the lookout. Folks will need to see me coming.
Today, at lunch time, as I headed to a manager’s meeting at a restaurant down the road, I was crossing 72nd Street. I started out a little wobbley. I have not quite remastered how to ride. As I completed the crossing, I passed a Ford F-450 stopped at the light, a utility vehicle. There were two workers inside. Just as I passed the passenger side window, I heard laughter. Mind you, it might not have been about the sight I am, riding this bike. But me being me, sometimes it’s all about me, I couldn’t help but think I was the butt of the joke. Might have been the gay bike. Might have been me, wobbley, on the gay bike. Might have been something funny on the radio. Still, Daryl, the thought crossed my mind, you being you, if you’d been there. Might you have taken them on? “Hey, fuckers, what’s so funny?”
I just kept peddling.
Oh Rick. First I would have asked you to keep going so you wouldn’t have to see. And then I would have gone to the driver’s window and said, “Let me call you a tow truck.”
I love you, Daryl Scroggins.
Fantastic ride, Rick, and when if I might say so, out of context (and since I have your attention), congratulation on your anniversary. So few couples last that long, I fear.
Rick this is a fabulous ride and I wish I had one. I think you would look quite distinguished on this and not girly at all.
I think it’s a brilliant idea to dress it up. I also think you should wear a cool hat when riding. Do you have an Indiana Jones hat or something of the like? Something very eccentric.
Andrew, thanks, and I agree, it seems few couples last so long. Still, I’ll bet, if we saw statistics, we might find a great number. But I doubt all of them have been as happy as I have been the last twenty-one years. (Though, still, the number might surprise us. You know, in the media, we don’t often get the news of happy couples.)
Amy, often, as I’m peddling, an image of me comes to mind. It’s Elmira Gulch, with Toto in her basket, in the Wizard of Oz. You know? Stock upright, she peddles with a purpose. Distinguished. She doesn’t look all that girly there either. Your assessment I count as Gold. Thank you.
Brandon, I wear a bike helmet, also borrowed from Janie. I’ll have to find my own. I’m open to suggestions.
I also wondering about what my first bike wreck might look/feel like. It’s been a long, long time since I’ve fallen from a bike. I don’t remember what it’s like to get “skinned up.” The bike riding, so far, is so innocent and feels so delicious, it’s hard to imagine anything bad could happen.
Rick, I’m waiting for my first (new) wreck as well; the roommate turned me on to cycling, as in the grueling endurance sport. So far, no lost skin and only a few close calls.
Bell makes a respectable cheapie helmet; you can get one for about $30 at Walmart or your local bike shop.
Oh, Rick, what about wearing leather chaps?
Mike D. so far gruelling for me is coming up the couple of hills between the mile between home and my office. (The burn comes now about halfway up the second hill.) By moving a little farther each day, I’m working on building endurance enough to go five miles or so, without my legs being so noodley I can’t walk when I get off the bike. I’ll keep my eyes open for a Bell.
Brandon
In my head, I just heard the whistling from the Soundtrack of “Hang ‘Em High.”
Y’all: Let’s buy Rick a bell.
yayyy! I will happily throw in some money for such a worthy soul.
Check your disk drive, Amanda.
;D
My mum’s got one. It’s cool as fuck. It also weighs as much as the moon.
Yours needs tassles.
I’ve always wondered why boy bikes weren’t made like girl bikes. That straight rod on the boy bikes strikes me as potentially menacing to the delicate boy parts. Can someone explain this to me?
I said straight rod.
I think the straight rod was eliminated for the girls because of the skirts they would be wearing. If you wore a long skirt, the rod would force the front part of the skirt up… does that sound right? Maybe I heard that somewhere or maybe I just made that up. I’ll go back to drinking wine now.