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June 21, 2005
a lot of transportation 
So. To my eternal relief, my sweetie went to the Urgent Care when he got off work yesterday. By the time I scooted over, he was out, for all intensive purposes looking and sounding worse than he had. Talking causes coughing fits, a walk of 500 ft causes wheezing. My poor baby.
He dropped off a prescription at the pharmacy, and then we went off to dinner at the original Pho Van. This was my third time in as many weeks, and we had another spectacular meal. Then, back to pick up the prescription. And then, over to Bike Gallery to pick up the townie.
I definitely had the better end of the deal, riding the scooter. It was a lovely warm night, perfect for a scooter ride. It was beautiful to be outside.
We picked up the townie, which is gorgeous. It now has chrome-looking silver fenders, chrome bullet lights, a back rack, a bell, and a computer. Again, people stopped me to compliment me on the bike. Incredible. We loaded it in the back of Sweetie's truck, and just as we were about to take off, I saw a tandem come down the street. It had a woven reed basket, decorated with plastic flowers and mardigras beads, 50 skadillion horns, and the couple riding it were wearing matching Lif3 is G00d tandem t's.
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My living room looks so good vacuumed. Oh my gosh! I felt so insanely proud of it. In fact, when we walked into the house, I felt like the living room glowed. It was all I could do this morning not to vacuum again!
Morning is the time for existential crises. What will I wear? Why do I have so many clothes, and nothing to wear? Scooter, or bicycle? I need to take the scooter in for its 1000K checkup, but I bet they'll want to keep it overnight, which will make me sad. It would be so cool to ride the new improved bicycle, but I need to really kick it on the way home to make it in time to change clothes and jump on the scoot for pilates.
I decided in the end to bicycle in, which was great. I had collected a bunch of roses, stemmed wrapped in a wet paper towel, and a vase with stones, which I wedged into the basket next to my purse. All good so far. Until I'm riding, and the roses are trying to commit suicide. Some actually do hit the road. This isn't good.
Meanwhile, I am loving the computer. The last bike also had a computer, which I couldn't figure out how to use. It was really frustrating, and I kept thinking that I should sit down with it and the manual and figure it out. I was kinda expecting the same from this computer, but, ha ha ha, the computer is idiot-proof. I love it! Another proof for the superiority of the Bike Gallery!
There, without me doing anything, is the miles per hour. And the trip odometer. Press the button, and there's the time. Press it again, and there's the timer, which started without me doing anything, when the ride started!! Press it again, and there's the odometer odometer.
So, according to the bike, I made it to work in 20:30, 3.1 miles. Wuhoo! I love data! I probably lost one rose, maybe two, but it's surprising how good the rest of them look.
Posted at June 21, 2005
Comments
i here you on the vacuuming thing...when i actually force myself to do it, it just makes me feel better! i think it must be part of that whole feng shui thing. now if i could just get somebody to clean my apartment for me while i day dream, life would be perfect :-)
data rules! i love my HR monitor too, with all the data it spits out. love it. hope your "sweetie" feels better soon!
Posted by: brent at June 21, 2005 11:44 AM
Yeah, I wouldn't know what to do without my bike computer. I measure my running trails and all sorts of other neat things!
Posted by: Jack at June 21, 2005 11:44 PM