|Holy hell, she's sexy.|
I'd like to take a moment to reflect upon a few things that I seem to notice when riding on the Eastside, and urban bike trails in general.
1. How many frakin' greyhounds really need rescuing, for frak sake?? Is this really such a huge problem still?? Every East-sider and their mailman has a greyhound! What's really stupid, is that none of the people who own, who are out on the trail, are actually RUNNING! Rescued or not, greyhounds need and want to run. Good grief. They are like the P.C. purse dog. Barf.
2. Why do women travel in packs, and why do they insist on walking 4-abreast on the trail?? They are like a Texas road block. When I pass them, I am always polite and say, "on your left," and make sure I give space so I don't scare them, so why is it they love to yell, "TOO FAST!" Ugh! I'm not going too fast lady! I am usually barely doing the trail speed limit while passing. One lady kind of got under my skin today. She really belted at me, and I was consciously being polite and cautious. Something unkind ran through my mind to yell back, but I managed to hold back. Good girl...
|Me on my hybrid years ago, before I had any fancy gear.|
|My old hybrid. This is actually the bike I was hit by the car on.|
|1.0 and Cervelo Girl closing out the day.|