Well, I took myself to a bike store to try it out.
May I offer a bit of advice when bicycle shopping:When the most gorgeous guy in a 10 mile radius
asks you if you need help, say NO. Just swat him away.
Wait for the geek behind the counter to finish his
Mountain Dew and ask him for help.
Yeah, well, I went with the gorgeous guy.
Dumb move.
So, I'm telling him what I'm looking for
and he pulls a bike down.
It's perfect, just what I want.
I ask if I can sit on it.
He says....
"WHY DON'T YOU TAKE IT FOR A SPIN OUTSIDE."
Wait, what?
I haven't ridden a bike in, oh, let's say, 33 years,
but I want one.
I want this one, but I have to try it first?
I have to try it in front of the most gorgeous
guy in a 10 mile radius. (Paul was 11 miles away)
Um.....sure?
"Do you want a helmet?"
"No, I'm fine." translates to: I am not going to put
a stupid helmet on in front of Gorgeous Guy.
So, we go outside.
I get on the bike.
I push off.
You know how they say, it's like riding a bike, you never forget.
Yeah, well, you forget.
I was wobbling from side to side like an ass.
Couldn't get my feet on the pedals for what
seemed like miles.
Finally I managed to get going, but then
found out I WAS AFRAID TO TURN!
I wobbled back thinking....
I want a bike????
Gorgeous Guy said, "Let me raise the seat a bit."
Oh, ok, cause that will make all the difference in the world.
I tried it again and I did much better.
I even managed to turn without losing all feeling
in my hands as I gripped the handlebars.
Ok, I still want a bike.
I want to look like this:
I am sure I looked like this:
