Me & My Bicycle

I have a love/hate relationship with my bicycle.

I am drawn to it like a moth to a flame.

It is the highly sought after, old guy, low impact exercise, which I desperately need because my feet hurt from too much hiking and running. I am a subscriber to "if it's worth doing, it is worth overdoing."

I purchased the said bicycle 3 years ago. I tried to ride it but, alas, it was uncomfortable.

This particular bicycle was specially designed to insert the seat up my ass.

I didn't care for it.

I talked to everyone and got the dreaded litany of advise. I bought a new seat for an exorbitant some of money. It helped a teeny weeny bit. But, the problem was not solved.

I found those adult diapers called bicycle shorts. The ones where you walk around thinking you have a load in your pants. Lovely!

That helped a smidge.

Plus, the shorts chafed my legs and they were hotter than hell. So I bought the long leg underwear. That helped a little, tiny bit.

What the hell else am I going to have to do to have a little fun riding the thing?

And what's with that silly looking helmut. Football helmuts look good. Why not take a clue from them?

So you get the picture. Things were not going well in the riding a bicycle department.

Now on to Panama.

I don't know what happened but the seat has miraculously removed itself from my ass.

And, I'm not wearing the adult diaper either.

This morning was beautiful. I rode to Olga's for breakfast, a free Spanish lesson and friends. Then, on to the gym for a strength workout. And home.

All in all, a great workout that left me depleted in a good way.

I laid on the bed listening to the creek and birds...relaxed...enjoying the day.

What will they think of next? I kind of like this relaxation stuff.