Go Ride Your Bike!

Ladies and Gentlemen, presented to you in pictures and words are a few reasons to go ride your bike.

If you ride your bike, you get to meet sweet girls just out for a walk with their burros.  Then swing by McCafe for an upscale coffee at a cut rate joint.

When the Spring blooms catch your eye, you can stop and smell them.  Divine.  Then stop by the corner market for your own flowers.  Place them in your handlebar basket and you’re off again.

On the way home with your treasures and pleasures you can relive your youth.  Remember when you were a kid, riding bikes with a friend and the “rule” was you couldn’t run over sticks?  Set your own rules for your ride.  I swerved around the pot holes.  Woo hoo!  Down right liberating!

I must add this little clip.  We live in a small town.  We don’t have none of that high-falutin’ big city graffiti.  Nope.  But I think this gets to the point.

{it is rumored that the old man who lived in that house before it was torn down was a N@zi.  it is also rumored that the backhoes dug up a bunch of buried gold.  did I mention this is small town?}