It’s getting chilly out (well, KINDA. It’s been an usually warm fall!). Anyhoo, it’s time to put the bike away for winter. I don’t put the helmet away though. I keep that out and wear it to parties because safety is always my top priority.
I thought I’d bring you along for my last ride. Oh come on, what else were you going to do for the next 2 minutes?
Hubs packed me a lunch and sent me on my way. He works from home now and is very relieved when I finally make it out the door and quit my incessant jabbering.
Bye Hubs! I’ll probably email you 11 times today!
I peddle casually out of my neighborhood and take this quiet time to think about the day ahead.
Before I know it, I realize I am not biking at all anymore. In fact, I am zooming down the hill from my house (because I am fancy like that) at approximately a bazillion miles per hour (I stopped peddling long ago) and it’s so freaking cold that my nose hairs have frozen together.
It also crosses my mind that if any of the seniors residing in the assisted living center next door decide to take a motorized morning jaunt in their wheelchairs, I might not be able to yield to them since I’m moving at the speed of sound. Not that they could hear me coming anyway.
It takes a while for me to thaw but once I do, I take the rest of the ride into the office to soak in the fall-y view.
Too soon, I arrive at work. Off to save the world until I win the lottery!
Well. It’s been 8 hours and I didn’t save the world but I did pay my energy bill and fought with forgotten passwords. I’ll try again tomorrow.
I grab my helmet and head out. I may be reading into things but I think my helmet is trying to tell me something.
That I am special. Anyway. I’m off! People are a lot nicer to me when I am on my bike. I’d like to think it’s because peace and harmony and kindness abounds in the world and not because they are mistaking me for an 11 year old girl.
Don’t be impressed, the hardest part about this little bike ride is passing by this lovely establishment twice in one day.
How would the Hubs ever know if I swung in and got myself a cup of curly fries before dinner? Exactly, he wouldn’t. Let’s keep it that way.
Ah, almost home.
Sorry, that’s the massive assisted living complex that completely blocks the view to my actual house. You remember my morning concerns.
I just have to make it up the (frozen nose hair) hill until I can rest. *sigh* Here it goes…
And after a little while (which seems like forever), I’m home. Thanks for coming with me.
“Hey Hubs! Guess who’s hooooome!?! In other news, I’m so hungry that I could eat my arm off so we need to have dinner right now.”
What is everyone else doing to prep for winter?