Rojo has me on some wild bike riding frenzy. Out of nowhere he wants to go everywhere via bike, which is great, right? Except I don't have an actual bike. Sure, we have bikes, we have two for 6'2" STM, we have a discarded purple one for the formally 4'10" Woohoo, and we have his really old and really small red one. Kathleen brought over a bigger bike for Rojo that they weren't using anymore, and I've been riding that one, except I'm always a mile away before I remember I was supposed to pump up the tires. And raise the seat. And learn how to shift the gears (should be easy, but for some reason it's over my head).
So, we on our misfit bikes have headed out each of the last three days and had an adventure. We've ridden to 7-11 and bought our glazed donuts, water bottle, and Starbucks Double Shot with Cream and then ridden to the park for a "picnic." We've ridden to the park, gone in, out, around and through the park and back again. And today we rode to a really far park where they sell the snow cones. Remember the snow cones from last summer? Yea, well, so does Rojo, so do I, and as luck would have it, Joey, the snow cone man, remembers us, too.
"We opened yesterday, I thought I'd see you first thing!" he said when we showed up today. He asked if I wanted to buy the Buy 10 Get One Free deal, but I told him I hadn't brought enough money. "That's okay," he said, "Just pay me tomorrow, I know you'll be here!" Then he proceeded to give me my 10 tokens and went ahead and gave us our free snow cone.
Rojo proceeded to eat three snow cones, just enough to "fuel" him for the return trip home. I was d-r-a-g-g-i-n-g, and complaining, and quite possibly shouting out things like, "This is brutal!" "I'm dying here!" and "My legs are jelly!" All of which just served to make him ride all the faster and basically leave me in the dust for one hot and sweaty mile after mile.
If only I had a personal trainer that got me to drink smoothies and eat lots of leafy green vegetables instead of highly processed, overly caffeinated things, well, then, I wouldn't have Rojo, would I?
4 comments:
"I was d-r-a-g-g-i-n-g, and complaining, and quite possibly shouting out things like, "This is brutal!" "I'm dying here!" and "My legs are jelly!"
Too funny.
You deserve a medal. No...a trophy. No...a vacation by yourself. No....a vacation with your friends. Me included.
And, a new bike.
I'm with Michelle. You deserve all of those things. When does Rojo's job start? ;-)
And summer begins. Oh, my friend! I'll toast you with a green smoothie. : ) Although come to think of it, a margarita sounds much better. Love!
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