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Recycling Some Bike Humour



There was a time when I really enjoyed bicycling. I'd bike for hours following the bicycle paths throughout our region.

But those days are gone and I kind if miss it.

I'm not giving you the gears.

Lest you think I mis-spoke, I wouldn't do that.

However, given my health these days I'd probably tire just biking around the block.

And I'd be so thirsty I'd never be able to pedal past the pub. After all, I know how to handle bars.

Get a grip. I'm just kidding.

I wouldn't wheelie stop at the pub.

When I bike I carry an edge tool with me. Seems odd I know but you can never be too sure when an axle come in handy.

This post has kinda run out of puns, hasn't it? I guess we've sort of derailed here.

Oh, well. It would't be the first time I've back-pedalled.










Comments

Linda Medrano said…
I just wish you were going to be biking in California! Sigh.
ReformingGeek said…
Hee Hee. Very good, Uber-Punster!


Around here, we need bike humor. We get a lot of cyclists that ride on our 2-lane country roads during commuting times. It's scary. I have the privilege of being able to ride mid-day when there is less traffic. We have a few paths but not near enough and most involve stopping for major intersections.



Last summer, we were in Colorado for vacation. We took our bikes and rode on their lovely trails that actually get you somewhere!


I'm sorry to hear that you aren't up to cycling anymore.
I think I might be able to muster up enough energy to bicycle to the local pub.
nonamedufus said…
You and me both, Linda. Double sigh.
nonamedufus said…
It may be just as well. Although we have plenty of bike paths and bike lanes on roads the majority of bikers continue to ride in the street where it's most dangerous. Last week I saw a guy in a motorized wheelchair travelling down the road. And the other day, on a bike path, where pedestrians and bikers share the route, I saw a couple on motorized scooters. I guess I'll confine myself to walking around the block.
nonamedufus said…
Okay, I'll meet you there. But I'm walking.
babs (beetle) said…
You could always stop at a restaurant and dine a mo' and if it's early enough you could always get some break-fast.
Shawn Ohara said…
If you rode more, you may be less tired. Or more tired. It's a vicious cycle.
Cheryl said…
With your blood sugar problems you'd probably end up bonking before you reached the paths. I'll bet you were hell on wheels in your younger years. Ever catch some air or lead a breakaway?
nonamedufus said…
Oh, quit riding me, Shawn.
nonamedufus said…
You had me at bonking.
Indigo Roth said…
I refuse to leave a comment.
nonamedufus said…
Fine, if that's the path you choose to take, Indigo.
madmadmargo said…
Yippee, I logged onto HBDC! The Screaming Me-Me!!! will be coming soon.
nonamedufus said…
For real? That's great MeMe!

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