Sometimes you just can't win no matter what you decide to say. Yesterday, August 2, turned out to be what was probably the most beautiful day we've had so far this year during a generally crappy, rainy Summer. However, it was book-ended by a 9:00 AM appointment to have our pictures taken for a church directory (totally unnecessary because the one that is in there now is just fine, it's only a couple of years old, and they were willing to re-use it) and a mid-afternoon trip way up North of Chicago to a well-known outdoor music venue just to be sandwiched in with hundreds of pretentious up-scale types having their wine-and-cheese lawn picnics while listening to some tenor bleating away somewhere on a stage hidden in visual obscurity. Therefore, there was no time in between to even think about jumping on the bike for what would have been a very nice day to ride.
Well, as anticipated I woke up grumpy, sat for the pix with a forced smile dressed in less-than-ideal attire and insisted on sandwiches, chips, and fold-up camp chairs for the music event in order to get a quick jump for the parking lot in anticipation of the bum's rush that normally follows these the orchestra's final number. Then, just to spread the caviar on the cracker, I sat through the whole performance with ear buds plugged in and Walkman in the lap listening to first the While Sox, then the Cubs lose their respective games. Technically speaking, I got the job done on both ends, but the methodology was not well received and I'm still feeling the effects today. But hey, as of the first week of July, I'm now over 60 and can do and say as I please (at least that seems to be the entitlement I see taking place around me in this culture). So...my advice on your dilemma would be to say "What shoes?" Who cares what Dr. Phil thinks. On Aug 2, 12:13 pm, MichaelH <mhech...@gmail.com> wrote: > I'm not aware of any Click and Clack for cycling, so I turn to you for > advice. > > My wife and I began riding together in the late 60's, when we lived in > the Bronx. We would ride from our apt., just above Yankee Stadium > down to midtown Manhattan and cruise around Central Park. Now where > waiting for our custom tandem & dreaming of doing a garden tour in the > Cotswald. > > But riding with her is like riding with Lance Armstrong. Lance says, > "My tire needs air." and someone rushes over and puts air in the > tire. Lance says, "My brakes are rubbing." and someone rushes over > and adjusts the brakes. But this morning Lance put the support crew > into a quandry. As we were headed out for the ten mile trip into > town, & church, Lance said, " Would you polish these shoes I like to > ride in?" > > Is the correct answer: > A. "Yes dear." > B. "Are you out of your mind, it rains every day." (It rained before > we got home) > C. " Right after I put this new chain on your bike." > D. Expletive omitted. (See First Commandment) polish your (expletive > omitted) biking shoes!" > > Michael > Searching for truth and wisdom on a very rainy Sunday afternoon. --~--~---------~--~----~------------~-------~--~----~ You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups "RBW Owners Bunch" group. To post to this group, send email to rbw-owners-bunch@googlegroups.com To unsubscribe from this group, send email to rbw-owners-bunch+unsubscr...@googlegroups.com For more options, visit this group at http://groups.google.com/group/rbw-owners-bunch?hl=en -~----------~----~----~----~------~----~------~--~---
