Wearing A Hat

I really don,t like riding my bike. I,ve had to do it a lot for the past few days because my car has a ghost inside of it. I took it to a specialist who is currently trying to lure it out with promises of Ecto Cooler flavored Hi-C, but in the meantime, I can,t drive anywhere. I have to pedal around on my smelly, ugly bike. I actually don,t think it,s smelly or ugly, but I still don,t like riding it.

I used to ride it a lot when I was really poor and couldn,t afford to drive. I guess I,m going to be in that position again shortly because of my whole quitting-my-job-without-a-reasonable-source-of-income thing, but whatever. Discomfort brings about epiphany, right? I am an idiot.

Cherub - 100 Bottles I didn,t like riding it back then, but I like it even less now. I think in the five or so years since I last regularly rode that thing around, I have discovered that I enjoy comfort a whole lot. Riding a bike is uncomfortable. I have a plush leathery, springy seat on there, but that,s not enough. I still have to pedal. I still have to have leaves and bugs blown in my face. I still have to get sweaty. It takes to long. I am a gigantic baby.

I,m glad I still have a bicycle, though. This week would be even less fun without one. My only other options would be the bus which I really don,t like because it,s gross and costs money, walking which is pretty good, but takes too long, or skateboarding which would be the worst because even though I used to skateboard a lot when I was a kid, using it as a form of transportation is terrible. Every pebble is an enemy. Every crack is an angry foe. Every cool kid that sees me trying to skateboard would laugh at me.