|First ride of the season
||[May. 15th, 2009|08:17 pm]
|||||sore, but content||]|
My sister and I dragged out the bikes, oiled the gears and chains, pumped up the tires, and headed for Peninsula, OH to ride on the tow path. I'm ashamed that I haven't taken advantage of this treasure before. It's completely awesome and we will be returning.
Biking was great, but the thing I love best about being with my sister is how hard we make each other laugh. After the ride we sat on the patio of a restaurant there and had a couple drinks and were crying with tears - I'm sure everyone else thought we were kooks. Then driving back, she said something funny just as I'd taken a large swig of water. I couldn't swallow, and I couldn't hold it, and I couldn't breathe. I finally just spurted it all down my front, making us laugh even harder.
I'm not sure which is more sore: my no-longer-accustomed-to-bike-seats butt, or my stomach muscles.
The one thing we decided for certain was that we had to do it again, and the thing we observed is that taking our bikes with us means that neither of our husbands will want to come along.
"You know," said she, "we wouldn't even have to bike! We could just stick them on the car and go do whatever we want. Dinner, shopping, dancing. They'd never know! We just say, 'yeah, we're going biking, dear.'"
I smirked and said, "And they'd say, 'In those heels?'"