When the world is covered in snow and ice, there’s only one thing to do — head outside and bike. Of course, that didn’t go over so well yesterday when the ground kept slipping away from underneath me. Something about ice friction co-efficients versus me being dumb. I skipped science class in high school, so I’m not really sure what I’m talking about.
So I went out (read: I sent Kari out) to get me a studded tire (yes, a stud above, and studs below…yes, I’ve already heard it already) for my bike. You see, there was a rumor going around that I had become a bit squishy. I don’t know who started this rumor (my money’s on Paige…though Cordy can be pretty sneaky sometimes) but I’ve got to put a stop to it.
Now, I try to stay in shape. I have a gym membership. It gets me into the YMCA to watch my kid go to the gym.
Anyways, I got the studded tire all set.
Tomorrow I bike to work.
No, it’s a good idea! John’s idea, that is. Clubbing someone with a studded club while I’m wearing piecemeal hockey armor — now that’s fun.
You get yourself a club with a nail through it and with those studded tires, you’ll be ready to play Madmax on the way to work.
This sounds like a dumb idea.
A really dumb idea.
Snow, slush, sleet. Dumb idea jeans.
I really have nothing specific to comment on about this story, but you made me laugh and these days that is a difficult task. Actually, I think my laughter was mainly at the “stud” comment….and the rumor of the soft, squish middle….damn that Cordelia!!!