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In a pet store window this morning.
"You know they're gonna drive by us and think we're a couple of posers." I yell out to Leslie as I mount my bicycle. That bike that hasn't seen my butt in a couple of years, you could almost hear it wimper as I load up.
You see there was a huge write up in today's newspaper about the Tour de Georgia bicycle race that kicks off here next week.
That write up had Leslie salivating.
She been wanting to get back into biking, in a big way.
~| Side note |~
Before Leslie got pregnant with Rene Zellweger we were on our bikes more than we were off. Six weeks before the rabbit died we bought her a Specialized "Rock Hopper" mountain bike. She took that bike out on only one decent trail (m.o.e.) before it was stowed away on one of those red vinyl covered hooks upside down in the garage, for the "duration".
Back to today.
We're peddling our asses off.
I was feeling the burn. Hell, my muscles were screaming even when I was coasting.
We go around 5 miles then we pull into this little shopping center, to catch our breathe and have a drink of water.
As we pull up to a pet store to window shop, I catch my reflection.
I never realized it until that very moment, that in a bicycle helmet I look like a six foot tall penis in tennis shoes.
After that sight-- I think I might need to shave my goatie.
4/18/2004 10:19:57 PM
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