accomplishment.
I am 24.
This past weekend, I achieved a new state of being that I had never reached in childhood.
I can now ride my bike WITH NO HANDS.
And I don't just mean milliseconds of tense jazz-hand-like spread fingers before grasping the handlebars again before careening into an orange tree... I mean minutes upon minutes, meters upon meters of by my side, out like a T, up in the air or even bouncin' along, dancin' to Timbaland (that's right... I ride with the ipod, which I'm pretty sure is illegal.)
I am the red-headed bike rider who is unafraid to ride while wearing a skirt, throw her hands up in the air, and move to "it's to laaaaaaate to apologize..." on the main drag of Paseo de las Palmeras. What? I already stand out anyway.
The ride to work just got that much more fun. Move over, World, here I come. (And I've got a little bell to ding if you get in my way.)
Addendum: It's gotta be pretty discomposing for a dude on a bike to get the pass from a chick... wearing a skirt, listening to Kelly Clarkson, and riding with no hands. Toma.
This past weekend, I achieved a new state of being that I had never reached in childhood.
I can now ride my bike WITH NO HANDS.
And I don't just mean milliseconds of tense jazz-hand-like spread fingers before grasping the handlebars again before careening into an orange tree... I mean minutes upon minutes, meters upon meters of by my side, out like a T, up in the air or even bouncin' along, dancin' to Timbaland (that's right... I ride with the ipod, which I'm pretty sure is illegal.)
I am the red-headed bike rider who is unafraid to ride while wearing a skirt, throw her hands up in the air, and move to "it's to laaaaaaate to apologize..." on the main drag of Paseo de las Palmeras. What? I already stand out anyway.
The ride to work just got that much more fun. Move over, World, here I come. (And I've got a little bell to ding if you get in my way.)
Addendum: It's gotta be pretty discomposing for a dude on a bike to get the pass from a chick... wearing a skirt, listening to Kelly Clarkson, and riding with no hands. Toma.
posted by Julie Ann at 1:05 AM
1 Comments:
ooookkkkkaaaaaayyyyyy, not the kind of thing your mom wants to read......."look mom, no hands" is usually followed by "look mom, no teeth." hahahaha, be careful, love you, mom
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