My world as I see it

So my bike ride now includes and extended rest at this beach along the James River.

PS I wear shorts on my bike ride. Shorts in October, crazy.

This is a site that is getting some press lately and I thought more people should see it. It’s scientomogy.info and is being sued by scientology for using their trademark. Basically, it’s all about how blind and just plain wrong Tom Cruise is about many things. I hadn’t seen any of these clips, um, because I don’t have cable, and I found them to be disturbingly funny. I especially liked the clip from The Daily Show.

“Ping” is the noise that grasshoppers make when they hit the spokes of my tires. This I discovered on Sunday while biking. I was trying to avoid all the wooly caterpillars but couldn’t help the grasshoppers, they just jumped whenever they felt like it.

Today I had precious cargo on board. My friend had grown a little spider plant shoot for me and today she brought it into work wrapped in a paper towel and inside a tall glass jar. Guess how I got it home. In my waterbottle cage. There was a little plant growing out of my bike this evening

I am a giant plastic bag. Due to adverse weather conditions I had to bust out my waterproof clothing. Which, by the way, is not so waterproof. My “waterproof” pants would be more accurately described by any of these terms: “dew proof,” “sneeze proof,” “dropped icecube proof,” and finally “oops there are no more paper towels so I will use my pants proof.” I will not go into the joy of having rain damp underwear while at work.

During the summer months I could fool myself into believing that I looked good on my bike. Or at least not like a loser. No such luck anymore. Not only do I feel silly, I have two flashing lights on my bike which I placed there for the express purpose of drawing attention to myself. I guess if they are laughing at me it means I have been spotted and there for avoided - for multiple reasons. In comes the rain gear, out goes the vanity. I could scoff at the weather and where something a little less baggy but in the end I am a wimp, I don’t want to be wet. And so I am back to square one, a plastic bag.