My New Puke Purple Bike and I
No Mother’s, news anchor’s or general surgeon’s warning could have keep inside for another sunny night. Time had come for a great escape or a Shawshank redemption of sorts.
Two days in the dehydrated captivity of violent vomitus and the explosive stick of Mo-daddy’s revenge had suited me with a lack luster return to work. My summer soul was left with few other options. (God have mercy when I’m old)
Freshly topped up with Jerked chicken and a plate of vermicelli, ole grumbles (my stomach) and I decided try out that “new to me” bike in the basement. The bike was donated to me from a loving uncle who wanted to reclaim some garage space and dignity and has since removed space and dignity from my basement.
The bike? Well…purple – puke purple may be the best may of describing the designer’s motive for the bike. Outfit with the finest of Shimano Derore components the frame also housed a single action pump, rain fenders and enough rat traps to save the world from any impending plagues. Wanting to do my part I accessorized with sunglasses, my skiing brain bucket and black pack full of random crap. – hey, if you are going to be out of style you might as well be safe and well prepared.
After an invigorating of tire pumping session, we stormed the streets doing our best to avoid cars and awkward glances. I hadn’t quite figured out the consequences of meeting people I knew until it was too late.
Leaving the Deer lake swings, I met up with two friends from my days at Summer Fun. Initially unsure, I debated riding away but at the age of 25 I’ve conceded to embrace my quirks and so I turned around to catch-up. Glad I did. Turns out they even liked ‘Pete’.
Parting ways I set off to enjoy the setting sun on the buildings of Metrotown from a small dock on the North side of the lake. My bag of crap supplied a Mexican blanket a CD of Brahms’ Cello Concertos. -- I you have never sat by a lake and listened to Brahms… you really should -- Later on, I met up with Em and John to tour the park grounds with the remainder of the day’s light before tackling the ride home.
Turning out the lights as I shut the basement door, it was apparent that somewhere between freewheeling down Burris and the final strokes up the hill to home I resolved to spend more time with my new puke purple bike.
Two days in the dehydrated captivity of violent vomitus and the explosive stick of Mo-daddy’s revenge had suited me with a lack luster return to work. My summer soul was left with few other options. (God have mercy when I’m old)
Freshly topped up with Jerked chicken and a plate of vermicelli, ole grumbles (my stomach) and I decided try out that “new to me” bike in the basement. The bike was donated to me from a loving uncle who wanted to reclaim some garage space and dignity and has since removed space and dignity from my basement.
The bike? Well…purple – puke purple may be the best may of describing the designer’s motive for the bike. Outfit with the finest of Shimano Derore components the frame also housed a single action pump, rain fenders and enough rat traps to save the world from any impending plagues. Wanting to do my part I accessorized with sunglasses, my skiing brain bucket and black pack full of random crap. – hey, if you are going to be out of style you might as well be safe and well prepared.
After an invigorating of tire pumping session, we stormed the streets doing our best to avoid cars and awkward glances. I hadn’t quite figured out the consequences of meeting people I knew until it was too late.
Leaving the Deer lake swings, I met up with two friends from my days at Summer Fun. Initially unsure, I debated riding away but at the age of 25 I’ve conceded to embrace my quirks and so I turned around to catch-up. Glad I did. Turns out they even liked ‘Pete’.
Parting ways I set off to enjoy the setting sun on the buildings of Metrotown from a small dock on the North side of the lake. My bag of crap supplied a Mexican blanket a CD of Brahms’ Cello Concertos. -- I you have never sat by a lake and listened to Brahms… you really should -- Later on, I met up with Em and John to tour the park grounds with the remainder of the day’s light before tackling the ride home.
Turning out the lights as I shut the basement door, it was apparent that somewhere between freewheeling down Burris and the final strokes up the hill to home I resolved to spend more time with my new puke purple bike.
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