Tour de Rural

I have Queen’s Bicycle Race song stuck in my head.  If you don’t know what I’m talking about, don’t search the internet or you’ll have this silly song stuck in your head too.  Actually it all started several days ago (yes, that IS how long I’ve been yelling out “Bicycle”) when my wonderful Boy attached my pretty white basket to my bike.  Yes, actually I do feel like Jessica Fletcher only Jessica rode her bike on beautiful New England roads (do they really exist?) and I dodged cars and potholes in my rural town.  Watch out, commissioners, I’m coming after you once I can walk normally.  You see, Hubby tightened my bicycle seat and he must have been thinking “up yours” because that’s exactly how that seat was positioned!

Recently I rode my bike to a church function.  I was riding and talking on phone; why do I still think I can multi-task?  As I was riding my friend said I knew you were on your bike; I could hear the wind whishing on the phone.  I didn’t have the heart to tell her I was going less than 2 mph and that whishing noise was my nose trying to take in enough oxygen to keep me upright!  We both decided I should hang up and watch the road.  Personally I was more concerned with my snack in the basket.  Did I mention the potholes?  I’m glad I didn’t pack my snack in glass (so much for rhyming).  My snack and I bumped up and down Main St. to the church.  

By the time I got there I was hyper-ventilating.   Hubby came out of his office because he thought I was whistling for him to come and get his dinner.  My nose and chest were conducting some sort of wheezing/ whistling medley.  I made some excuse about getting my Bible for the study and collapsed on the couch in his office.  Thank goodness for that couch!

As members arrived they asked about the bike in the hall.  I could overhear them talking about how Strawberry rode her bike to the church.  Did I catch a note of awe in their voices?  I was feeling pretty smug about my feat until they also remarked about seeing another member on her bike.  This woman is 20+ years older than me AND she recently had knee replacement surgery!  Oh well.  I’m off to the store to buy a horn while singing “I want to ride my BICYCLE!!”