Phil surprised me with a new bike for my birthday. Everyone pitched in to ease the burden of the hefty price tag, and I couldn't be happier. Since the arrival of my new bike I've decided to follow in the foot steps of my friend from Arkansas and go European.
She cracks me up.
But it's a good idea. Especially when you live in a place like I do and you really can get to whatever it is you might want in a mile or less. Well...except for Goodwill. That's a little farther. So is the fabric store. So those two places are van worthy. But the rest of my ventures are usually within striking distance, and since Amelia hates the car and I hate the gas pump, we're going European.
There have been a few sweaty, swearing moments since I made this decision. It's not all flowers and singing birds.
One day last week I almost rode straight to City Hall, sweaty and pissed of and all, and told them just what I think of their bike lane plan. And the construction signs they enjoy placing in the middle of the sidewalks where their bike lane plans have failed. And the lack of up-let and down-let curb thingies that cause me to have to get off my bike and pull it and the trailer full of about 70 pounds of sweating girls over the hump of a big up-let free curb. They can thank Amelia for falling asleep, causing me to race home fast enough to catch the sleep window instead.
Because I was going.
I was on my way.
But naptime is far more important than screaming at city officials when you're all sweaty and mad.
Although that would have been a very European thing to do. At least from my experience.