Saturday, August 27, 2005
This is what a 195 pound mama looks like pulling her kid. Not terribly sophisticated; however, after discussing gas prices and comparing vehicle models with a local radio personality at a nearby (5.5 miles) hotdog stand, I felt pretty good that George had dragged me out on the bike to run my errands this morning. I rode 10.5 miles. Plus I walked at least 1-2 miles with George's bike after his 2nd flat tire to meet him at the bike shop. He has one of those super fast, expensive bikes that gets a flat whenever taking it on the road. I don't see the wisdom in that. Then on the way home, he braked with the front brake and flipped the bike when his wheel got caught in a hole in the road. A few bruises, but he's okay. I just don't think he ever looks down.
I'm rethinking replacing the pumpkin patch with a hot tub. Hmmm, that would feel so good on my heel spur right now. And the pumpkins are a no show after powdery mildew has killed all the leaves. Maybe it's still too early in the season.
Posted by Dominique at 2:08 PM