A few years ago I built a home in the Lakewood section of Dallas. It's a very eclectic, free-spirited kind of neighborhood. A doctor might live next door to a buttoned-down CEO, and across from an "indoor horticulturalist". *wink* They were all over the board.
There was one guy in the neighborhood who always intrigued me. I named him Leo, just because. Internet guy above reminds me of him. Plump, wild hair, tie-dyed everything, obviously an old, unrepentant hippie, and he rode either a bicycle or a little moped, depending on whether or not he was in a hurry (3 mph vs 6 mph). I rather envied him, despite the fact that I couldn't be more un-like him. (Mr. "Stick-Up-Your-Ass", that's what K calls me.)
New topic: Bicycles. They appeal to me. The thought of hopping on a bike and going up to the corner market for a few last minute things, or to the coffee house for a latte....that sounds fun. Never mind that one block north of where I live is a 4-lane boulevard, east is a 6-lane boulevard, and to the west an autobahn, and traffic moves at 70 mph on all three. (Speed limits are apparently viewed as just a suggestion.) And we don't have bike lanes. Cyclists here I'm convinced have suicidal tendencies....if the traffic doesn't get 'em, the heat will.
The one thing that doesn't appeal to me about bicycles is that damn seat. What sadistic bastard invented those? Ouch!
What I need is something more like this. Now doesn't that look more comfortable? Mount something like that on a bike like this....
....and you might get my attention. Mount one of these on it, too....
....and I might be willing to risk it.
A couple months without a haircut, some snazzier t-shirts, a few more cheeseburgers, and I could be Leo! (And Frisco, TX , the winter home of Thurston Howell III, would never be the same. Haha!) What was it Mad Magazine's Alfred E. Neuman said?...."Why be normal?"
Peace, out. ;)
NOTE: This post was inspired by my friend Dana "The Bug" who was recently presented with a new bike by her thoughtful spousal unit, the good Dr. M.