Went out for an evening ride tonight. So amazingly beautiful. Sunset – brilliant. Weather – perfect. Neighbors – opinionated.
“Hey, Angie! Where’s your tight shorts? Don’t bikers prefer spandex?”
“I’m not a biker yet! Just testing the waters, bucko…And I wouldn’t want to blow your mind with my awesomeness.”
(Seriously the exchange I had with my neighbor who has a mouth as large as the Grand Canyon. Still a great ride though; I am loving my bike more and more! Translation: I am crashing less and less)