Got a co-worker who's been bitten by the bike bug. He took the MSF Safety Course, got his card, and now he's looking for a bike. So the Mrs. and I spent about four hours yesterday taking him to the bike shops, having him sit on just about every style out there. The guy wants a sports bike, but he's a big man. I kinda had to disabuse him of the notion that he'd be comfortable on a small little rocket. I think we finally got him on a Sport-Touring bike that didn't hurt his back or his knees. He hasn't bought anything yet; he's chewing on the money, because he wasn't planning on spending that much on a bike. But with a bike, you get what you pay for. Plus, there's gear. Gotta have the gear.
We actually had a perfect example of that as we were headed home - a little rainstorm hit the area, and we saw a guy on a Harley wearing pants, a t-shirt and a hat getting pelted by rain. Rain hurts at 25mph, folks. Hell, it hurts at 20. If you're not wearing gear, it's going to look like you got caught in a BB war.
Anyways, back to all that wonderful maintaining of house and yard and all that stuff. Ah, the suburban life. I long for the day when "mowing the yard" meant letting the horses out of the paddock.
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