I am akin to marshmallow, but I’ve moved to an area in which I feel I ought to be physically fit enough to enjoy the outdoors. (Per Wikipedia, and some hype real estate sites, “…San Jose experiences over 300 days a year of full or significant sunshine.” That’s about a hundred more than this site claims for Boston.)

So, delusionally, since I keep forgetting I’m over 40 and have never been athletic, I did go buy a new bike. (Instead of just fantasizing about a Schwinn OC Chopper.)

I didn’t buy something ridiculous and cool looking. I bought something practical and cool looking. It looks something like this:

Fucking sweet!

Got home (after test riding it in an interview suit), yanked it out of my car and realized I’d forgotten part of the lock I bought. Naturally, I figured I’d pedal right back and get it.

Damn, that was a long, long, long three miles up and three miles back.

I blame the wind whipping down the street not my squishy, weak self.