I am dating my new bike...

Yeah, I know I said I wasn't going to be back until I finished my book, but, apparently, it looks like I will show up for short little tid bits.

This is what is new in my life: I bought a bike, a beach cruiser. It's purdy, all white with mint/aqua blue details.

I am now dating my bike. Since I picked it up, site-to-store, a couple of days ago, I haven't really had a chance to ride it. I took it for a short spin, but it wasn't enough. I've been staring at my bike, in my living room, and I even get up and sit on it, smile, and think about the nice rides I am going to have on it, but haven't had that ride yet.

Now I have. My first ride just happened. This is is how...

This morning I fully intended to ride my bike, then work on my book. The opposite happened. I woke up, ran some errands, worked on my book until past 9:00 pm, and then, even though settling in for a couple of hours of trash TV seemed to be my agenda, I thought no.

I decided to install my new bike bell (ring-ring) and my new night-time bike light (shine-shine). Then, um, yeah... had a bell, had a light, had to go for a ride.

So, even though I might be admitting that I broke the law (and if so, I am lying about this part), I filled up yesterday's to-go water cup, from Chipotle, with wine, and I went me for a little night-time bike ride. Yes I did.

How'd it go? Great. Rung-rung my bell at some jacuzzi-ers I could hear in their back yard on the bike path near the place I am living. Rung-rung my bell again at some cigar smoking poker playing men I could hear and smell on the same bike path.

The cuzzi/cigaries didn't respond, but who cares. I got to ring my bell, ride my bike, shine my light, and now, I know, without a doubt, that I need a cup holder. Fuck my wine flopping around in my bike basket and trying to balance as I reach for it to take a sip.

Wait. It wasn't wine. It was punch. I'd never break any laws!

Oh my fabulous new bike. I love you Schwinn! Let's cruz! But, we do need that cup holder. Don't we?