Tuesday, July 17, 2007


I got a bike last night.

I've been wanting a bike, mostly because all boys want a bike when they see one, like they do when they see a guitar or a sailboat, but secondarily, because my daughter is learning to ride hers and it just starting to get fast enough that I have difficulty trailing behind her. A tertiary reason would be to engender some pittance of cardio-vascular health in my system. I'm not looking to be A Physical Specimen, I just don't want to die on the toilet, OK?

It was this very situation that brought me to this bike, since I happened upon Bill Kelley, cultural entrepreneur to the local stars, on his bike as I padded around the lakes. he asked where my bike was, and when I responded that I didn;t have one, he led us to his lovely house and gave me his old bike, which is pretty much exactly what I was looking to get in the first place.

Some things I noted on my ride to the coffee shop, the first time I've been on a bike in almost 10 years I think:
  1. That shit is hard! How do little kids ride bikes all day?
  2. I had to change the flat tire on it before riding, and it is a hell of a lot easier to do now with 200+ pounds of force and grown-up muscles. I remember it being a two-hour sweaty process in the garage when I was a kid.
  3. I am thankful I live in a flat place.


  1. congratulations! My friend gave me her old bike to replace my STOLEN GODDESS OF A FABULOUS BIKE, and I took it to the bike shop to get it tuned up this morning. I'm looking forward to future bike rides with the Osbornes. Y'all should join us. You and Chip could veer off at the coffee shop and be philosophical and me and Annie could kidnap your child and take her on a never-ending bike ride.

  2. You ever take it off any sweet jumps?