<body background="http://layouts.cbimg9.com/33/16632d.jpg"><script type="text/javascript"> function setAttributeOnload(object, attribute, val) { if(window.addEventListener) { window.addEventListener('load', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }, false); } else { window.attachEvent('onload', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }); } } </script> <div id="navbar-iframe-container"></div> <script type="text/javascript" src="https://apis.google.com/js/platform.js"></script> <script type="text/javascript"> gapi.load("gapi.iframes:gapi.iframes.style.bubble", function() { if (gapi.iframes && gapi.iframes.getContext) { gapi.iframes.getContext().openChild({ url: 'https://www.blogger.com/navbar.g?targetBlogID\x3d37329854\x26blogName\x3dMaude+in+her+unMaudlin+writing+Mood+Mode\x26publishMode\x3dPUBLISH_MODE_BLOGSPOT\x26navbarType\x3dBLACK\x26layoutType\x3dCLASSIC\x26searchRoot\x3dhttps://homeaha.blogspot.com/search\x26blogLocale\x3den_US\x26v\x3d2\x26homepageUrl\x3dhttp://homeaha.blogspot.com/\x26vt\x3d-8789244321585730613', where: document.getElementById("navbar-iframe-container"), id: "navbar-iframe" }); } }); </script>





I want to ride my BIIIIcycle. BIIIIcycle!
Monday, June 04, 2007

The conversation of getting bikes is almost 2 years in the running. Joen got this second hand Trek bike which he had been using quite a lot as a bachelor. Boom! I come in his life and he stops biking. This bike had been sitting on the apartment porch ever since I got to the US and it has literally rusted over. The tyres have gone bonkers too and just about everything about it screams "THROW ME AWAY." I told him to get a new bike but with my uterus problems then, he felt guilty pedaling on his own while leaving me behind to eat his dust while I await his return.

Finally, with clearance from my OB GYN, we both got new bikes and tried them out for the first time yesterday. We didn't realize we had such a nice hood. We had 2 lakes nearby with LOVELY LOVELY trails. Since it was my first time to bike in say, OVER A DECADE, I had a pretty hard time pedaling up the steep roads. Thank God for
our 4-days-a-week workouts, I might have broken a sweat but it didn't break my quads. I survived! Yippee! I'll take pictures next time. Hoen wants to get me a NON-GIRLY (phew!) basket to bring stuff in while we're out biking. One of those will be my camera of course! And water too. In the meantime, here are Mork and Mindy in our garage. Of course, I was sooo excited to bike out that I drove it with the manual tag still on. Bwahahaha!