Wheels

I'm a happy Momma. On my second visit to Fenton Cyclery, I left with a new form of transportation. I bought a Raleigh Hybrid. It's white and I absolutely love it. I raced home and loaded the other bikes into the truck and off to Cliff Cave Park we went.

I really don't know a lot about bikes. I also really don't care that I don't know much about bikes. Two wheels, functional, and comfortable...what else is there? A lot. I still don't care. The guy selling me the bike probably thought I was retarded. He confided he was getting over food poisoning (microwave popcorn? Isn't anything safe?) so maybe he didn't completely think I was an idiot. Maybe his situation "I'm working and feel like death and this goofy woman keeps dragging me out to the hot-as-hell parking lot so she can ride bikes" was affecting his salesmanship.

By the time I made my third trip outside, he politely asked if I minded if he stayed inside where it was cool. Wow, I could have cared less. I thought it was weird he kept coming out with me. I just figured he just didn't trust me to not steal the bike. Not only did I make him suffer the wrath of July in St. Louis, I also made him drag two identical bikes (in two different colors) out of the basement. White and mint. Audrey looked at the mint one and said, "Yeah, it's too minty". Ha! She nailed it.

So, food poisoning and all-it was a good experience. Eric said we can go back for my birthday and trick it out with accessories. I guess he forgot that this August will mark the third year in a row that I will be getting birthday boots instead of things like... bike accessories. Eric, accept your fate of being married to me. Be thankful I only have one birthday a year. I'm getting Frye's this year. They cost less than last years Old Gringos, but more than the Corrals from 2008. Deal. And save your money. And don't complain. If it hurts, beer and fishing will cure it.