ring my bell.

i was never a crazy bike-ster. you know, the ones who dont have cars. the critical massers. the ones who have bicycle tattoos. the real hardcores out there that live the bike life. since recently i had never really thought of it. i am so happy that i finally do.

i love my bike. i love other people and their bikes. i love community programs that support and make it easier for bike-sters. i love that my new requirement for where i want to move is based on how bicycle friendly the city is. i also really like mike cronins idea of being far enough and close enough to bicycle into town. that is just so cute.

"darling"

"yes, honey"

"i am bicycling into to town. shall i grab you a treat?"

"honey, you are my treat"



the one thing i dont understand is how unfriendly people can be. and how someone can achieve total arrogant prickdom while also being so kind.

"you should really get some lights for that bike (stupid) " i know he was thinking stupid. you could tell in his voice. you know he would have called me stupid if i hadnt pulled my piece on that fucker.

but he was right. i do need lights. and he could have just saved my life. it is strange though. when i traveled across the country on the back of my grandfathers motorcycle every biker waves. smiles. chats. revs. not so much for the bicyclist.