It’s National Bike Month and in honor of that, D and I went on a bike ride. A 30-mile bike ride, in fact. That’s right, you read it … 30 miles. Yes, I know I haven’t been on a bike since last summer. Yes, I’m well aware that you shouldn’t do things in giant spurts like that. It’s true, I could’ve taken it easy my first time out. But I have more reasons for going a bit insane in the bike department.
The trail that we picked ended at the Botanic Gardens. I haven’t been there in forever and I really wanted to go. We didn’t really set out to go there, but I kept the idea as a possibility. And I actually made it! And I felt fine! We got to walk around the gardens and even eat a bit before we had to start heading back before the light faded. It wasn’t until heading back that I did get a bit pained. I think it was because I stopped moving for awhile. But I did make it back and got to mark 30 miles down for my first bike ride. Yippee! My butt hurts though.
The ride wasn’t completely void of interesting Luscious Luka irony. Things always seem to find me. So we’re not more than two miles into the ride when we came up to some walkers that we had to pass. We couldn’t pass them right away as there were a pair of oncoming bikers that we had to wait for. Behind me came one of those “serious bikers” that was trying to do some speed racing or something. Apparently a clog in the road is all my fault because this guy called me the “B” word, and I’m not talking about “biker,” “barbie,” or “bootylicious.” That’s right folks, I’m talking about the one that rhymes with “itch.”
He continues on his way once the traffic jam dispersed and I turned to D to confirm that I heard right. “Did that guy just call me a b*&%#?” I ask. “Yes he did,” D responds. And then he takes off after the guy. Now, D is an avid biker and works in the bike designing industry. He goes on 65-mile bike rides without batting an eye. So you can imagine his speed. I, on my little mountain bike, go put-put-putting after them but I lag considerably behind. I couldn’t even hope to keep up. Probably about half a mile or more down the trail I found D waiting for me to catch up.
Apparently, this guy was a real pill. D caught up to him but the guy wouldn’t acknowledge him and pretended like his headphones were on too loud. Finally, after D yelled at him, he took them off and confirmed that he indeed call me such a friendly term, sending his apologies.
So all in all, D defended my honor. How cute is that! What a wonderful day!