it’s just a bicycle
the new group i’ve been riding with includes one of those rare animals — a hot young girl who doesn’t act like she’s hot. i’m the poster child for loser geeks, and this sweetie talks to me just like anybody else. fairly disconcerting. tonight i showed up late at this bar/restaurant after a ride, and she goes and gets me a chair.
so the first time i met her, we talked after the ride and i went to put my bike in the car. was getting ready to drive off when some helpful dude walking by signaled me that my wheels were still leaning against the outside of my car. doh!
tonight, sweet young thing was asking me about the ride, since i’d gone with the A group on a lark. blah blah blah. it’s the strangest thing, these women who either don’t know they’re hot or don’t have a stick up their ass about it. sometimes i worry about them. an old friend had a wife like that, and she got hit on everywhere simply because of her friendliness, easily misinterpreted by some deluded males as sexual interest.
i do recognize that cycling girl’s not interested in me at all except as a fellow rider, but that doesn’t keep me from getting absent minded around her. after our conversation tonight, i went to my car, changed my shoes, then started to back up. yes, i almost ran over my fucking bicycle, which was leaning against the back. 
knocked it over. it may be just that i’m out of the groove, but i was definitely basking in her loveliness at the time. going to work very hard on concentrating next time.
BTW, i’ve picked up a good technique for rational vegans. at this restaurant tonight, a guy across from me didn’t finish his club sandwich. the waiter asked if he wanted to take it with him, and he said no. so i jumped in and asked if i could have it. my first taste of turkey and ham or whatever (and cole slaw!) in months. if it’s going to be thrown away, i’ll eat animal products until i’m stuffed. pretty good sandwich. did the same thing a few weeks ago when a woman i was eating dinner with didn’t want the rest of her fish. though it’s a nice break, it’s also encouraging because it’s not some crazy moment where i wolf down the animal flesh as if i’ve discovered a different world of food. it’s just a change, and i’m happy to go back to avoiding animal products regularly after it. have become somewhat hooked on salads lately. i make up a huge batch with sliced veggies (cucumber, tomato, onion, chili pepper) and mixed field greens, with smashed vegan garlic melba toast rounds and italian dressing. yummy. go through tomatoes and cucumbers like crazy.
oh, and while at this bar, i ran into a guy i’ve met boxing at the gym. he’s pretty experienced, and i said, “dude, how do i spar? they’re not going to let me spar at the gym without a year or so of training.” he took my number and said i could spar with him in the yard at his house, something he’s been doing with some of the neighbor kids. gonna be pretty neat! may not sound like a big deal, but since sparring usually brings the possibility of getting knocked out, where you fall is something to keep in mind. if i get knocked out, be assured that it will be an heroic knockout.
July 25th, 2007 at 11:06
I’m afraid one of these days I am going to hit a parked car while oogling a pretty mamacita on the sidewalk when driving through my neighborhood.
The absolute worst is chicks on bikes, mostly because they’re out riding in the street and when you try to have a good look in your side view mirror as you’re flying past them your body naturally steers towards where you’re looking, and chick on bike might easily become chick and bike under car. Ouch!
Anyway, I feel you.
July 25th, 2007 at 22:17
primal.