I Want To Ride My Bicycle
My now ex-neighbors left Marigold and I a treasure-trove of junk. I got plenty of half used drawing pads, colored inks, rolled up aluminum, a compass, a tripod, BBQ sauce, and two bicycles. I really don't need two bikes, but they needed to not have them anymore, so I stretched my generous heart just one more time, as the Tenth Commandment tells us to. I was going to sell off one and bring in some serious cash, but then a friend of mine found herself in the crosshairs of a bicycle thief. Now she can ride on as if that Eight Commandment breaker had never coveted her wheels.
So today I completed my first day of bike errands on my very own Savannah Bike. Man oh man oh man oh. The traffic isn't too bad, but the there isn't anyplace to safely ride without some truck barreling over you. And it is hot. I thought my speeding through the air might cool things down, but no. If you don't know, living in Savannah in the summer (and New Orleans, for that matter) is like living in a vagina. It is important to stay hydrated in situations like this.
So the bike will live on in the hallway as will I in the air-conditioned cave we call home. All calls for activity outside of these walls will be thoroughly examined and promptly rejected. Except for trips involving ice cream.
So today I completed my first day of bike errands on my very own Savannah Bike. Man oh man oh man oh. The traffic isn't too bad, but the there isn't anyplace to safely ride without some truck barreling over you. And it is hot. I thought my speeding through the air might cool things down, but no. If you don't know, living in Savannah in the summer (and New Orleans, for that matter) is like living in a vagina. It is important to stay hydrated in situations like this.
So the bike will live on in the hallway as will I in the air-conditioned cave we call home. All calls for activity outside of these walls will be thoroughly examined and promptly rejected. Except for trips involving ice cream.
posted by Stephen "Steve" at 6/17/2005 03:05:00 PM
3 Comments:
That is possibly the best description for Southern summer weather that you have ever come up with.
Posted by Justin
Why, thank you, Justin. Steve is such a joke stealer! There is a history to that joke, actually. I was watching a commercial for Summer's Eve feminine products on a particularly balmy summer's eve in Louisiana and I thunk to myself that whoever named that product line was not from New Orleans. Maybe it goes without saying, but New Orleans' summers are hot and stinky, even at night. It is a particularly good joke to throw out during awkward silences at parties. "Man! It's like a vagina out here!" Because while some may be disgusted, no one can ever honestly disagree. Of course, it doesn't really work in California.
Posted by Marigold
it works in austin, texass!
Posted by arron