A better picture of eyeball as bike rack
posted by kate gawf @ 6:07 PM
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Ride My Handlebars
Journal of a mature, non-Olympic woman in the process of converting to cycling as a method of daily transportation. Dealing with weather and assorted perils; exploring equipment, psychological fortitude, and diet; experiencing our surroundings on a smaller, closer scale; saving gas & boycotting the car industry.
Friday, February 17, 2006
About Me
- Name: kate gawf
- Location: Portland, Oregon, United States
"She's no spring chicken," my mother would disclose mercilessly about women in their thirties trying to impersonate youth. Now, I'm even past the no-spring-chicken age. So don't think you have to be 12 to start riding a bike everywhere. I'm working out all the pesky details for you in case you want to do this yourself. But even if you never do it, you'll still know what it's like because I'm going to shrink you down to the size of a little rubber elf and glue you onto my handlebars. No changing your mind, no matter how much you beg me. So don't even start this unless you're sure you have the guts. PS: My other bike is a broom.
Previous Posts
- Eyeball as Bike Rack
- Ding Dong, the wicked bike is GONE!
- Plastic horse survives fall to ride again
- Screaming Sirens, Flashing Lights
- Yikes. Now the police are involved.
- Bike-on-Pole update
- The Portland You Would Miss from a Car
- At Last, a UFO Sighting of My Very Own
- Biking While Podding
- In the Pitch of Deluge
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