It was early this morning when I realized, suddenly, that I may have some time today for cycling. Actually, you know, pedaling. On a bicycle. Just for funzies.
First things first. Off to the grocery store. Looked at hair care products for my daughters.
Looked at hair care products for myself.
Got home, packed away all my new found goodies. Pumped up the tires, filled up the water bottles. Actually had to look around for a bit to find sunglasses. I spend way to much time indoors… Kitted it up proper. Who thought I’d still fit in this shit? Yeah. It ain’t pretty. Believe me. But, it gets done.
No after pics of the Big Kitchen Sausage Party.
I actually pedaled my fat, happy ass around the north valley with none other than the world famous “friend of drunkcyclist” Bacardi Marty. Yes, ladies, he really does exist. Broad shoulders, supple buttocks, easy on the eyes that one. I just threw up in my mouth. A little bit.
I was so happy to be out on the bike I texted all my buddies about it. Yeah, I’m a douche bag hipster. Color me tweet.
My man Snake Hawk sent me this in return.
Pretty much says it all right there, doesn’t it?
Enjoy that drive home, homie. I feel your pain. And I’ll be back to doing that soon enough.by