This is what I looked like when I rode to work yesterday:
I figured you, dear readers,could take a joke. If I looked like her when I rode to work--better yet, if I showed up for work looking like her after riding--I'd have a book contract or a modeling contract or some kind of contract--though, I presume, not one on me.
Truth is, I didn't go to work--or bike-riding--yesterday. I woke up late and, as the air was already steamy, I figured I would ride in the evening. But I got caught up in other things, including reading a book I'd been meaning to read, making pesto, working on my bikes and playing with Max and Marley. Before I knew it, the hour was late and I was falling asleep. Oh well.
I'll get in a ride today, even if it's only down to the Williamsburg waterfront and Recycle-A-Bicycle. Then, at least, I can say that I didn't turn into a complete wimp in the first heat wave of the year.
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| From Simply Bike |
I figured you, dear readers,could take a joke. If I looked like her when I rode to work--better yet, if I showed up for work looking like her after riding--I'd have a book contract or a modeling contract or some kind of contract--though, I presume, not one on me.
Truth is, I didn't go to work--or bike-riding--yesterday. I woke up late and, as the air was already steamy, I figured I would ride in the evening. But I got caught up in other things, including reading a book I'd been meaning to read, making pesto, working on my bikes and playing with Max and Marley. Before I knew it, the hour was late and I was falling asleep. Oh well.
I'll get in a ride today, even if it's only down to the Williamsburg waterfront and Recycle-A-Bicycle. Then, at least, I can say that I didn't turn into a complete wimp in the first heat wave of the year.
