'Chop her up, paint her black, and stick some rhinestones on her. Damn, she's gonna be hot.' by Kara
Tuesday, May 26, 2009 at 9:50 AM

So, apparently I can't really really understand what it's like to want to get out on a bike because I don't have one and can't ride alone just yet. I'd contest this point, but I'd rather write a rant.

My mother has a bike. Her brother has a bike. Her husband has a bike. I do not yet, but I will (squeezed myself into a weekend safety/certification class this coming September with the second of the aforementioned, who used to be a cop). However, in the meantime and when I can't steal the back seat of Co-Writer's, I have a standing offer with those guys. I had a standing offer yesterday.

Honestly, I've been having on-and-off annoyances lately. Nothing like last month, thank God and St. George and whatever else protected my family from the Turks. Just occasional piss-offeries that I've needed to shake off. I told my mother so, and she said hell, Jim can always use an excuse to get out and ride the Parkway. Come over on Memorial Day if there's nowhere else to be and hop on the back. That's kinda what kept my head screwed on straight Sunday night. Co-Writer got to hear me being down on myself for half an hour, so I'm sure he was more than glad to hear I'd be getting out for a bit.

Well, got a txt from my mother earlier in the day saying there were likely to be on-and-off storms. This made me grumpy, especially considering I was sitting there looking out the window and there was nothing. Finally I asked if I could come over anyway, and there's her brother with his bike out, and as her husband saw Goldy pulling into the driveway, he went 'Aha, an excuse!' and we were off.

I can't remember how long we were out, and I really don't give a shit. Her brother peeled off at some point to head home. What I remember is passing seven different cookouts (didn't see them, just smelled them), a bunch of others who decided 'fuck the weather reports' -- and rightly so, we got about three drops of rain total -- and half of the 'burg that I'd forgotten was there because so much of my time living up there was spent commuting. Try taking back roads anywhere when you spend several hours a week on the road between home and work.

Then we went back to my mother's place and I was given banana pudding and Earl Grey and we watched Jonathan Creek.

I was gonna write a big rant elsewhere yesterday concerning wanting to get out, but it kept devolving into whining (hence there being no rant). Yeah, though. I needed it. And I can't wait to not depend on others to get out there.

Though ... even though it's not mine and I likely have no right to be attached ... despite how damned nice Jim's bike is, it's no Galeon.

I hope I end up getting along with mine when I actually get him/her.

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