Another good day of shiny-side-up
Jun. 13th, 2002 11:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
weaselmomMy sweet and patient S took me out riding again this evening. We took the back highways into the big city because I am just not ready for I-5 with its cell-phone-talking, SUV-driving morons trying to kill me at 80 miles per hour. It has been hotter than Hell's hinges here in the PNW, which makes riding interesting. It's fine as long as we're moving, but the moment we stop there is this frenzied flailing as we pop up visors and flap air under our shirts.
We rode up to the funky district so S could shlurp ramen before dancing. There is a sidewalk coffee shop where all the crotch rocket riders park and hang. I'm not allowed to park and drink with them because my bike isn't cool enough. S and his bike are both big enough that he can quell them with a glance; they're mostly weedy little guys, like horse jockeys.
After that we rode to Green Lake to another sidewalk cafe that allows even non-cool people to drink there. We watched the scores of beautiful, gleaming, half-naked young men playing volleyball and soccer and Ultimate. At least, I watched them, but I suspect S was watching passing cars instead.
And then to the club for a somewhat uneasy evening. I had advance notice that somebody would be there who had royally screwed me over so I was able to avoid him, but it made me uncomfortable to have to "hide" outside until he left. We also had a guest DJ and I have to be honest and say he did an okay job. He can keep his spleen--for now.
I don't know what tomorrow will bring. Should I pester S to go riding again, or should I give him a break and let him relax in an air-conditioned movie theater instead?
There is a thing about riding that I love most of all: Sometimes you ride through an area where the temperature drops suddenly. The air feels exactly like cool, clear water flowing over your skin. I swear you could drink it in and quench your thirst.
We rode up to the funky district so S could shlurp ramen before dancing. There is a sidewalk coffee shop where all the crotch rocket riders park and hang. I'm not allowed to park and drink with them because my bike isn't cool enough. S and his bike are both big enough that he can quell them with a glance; they're mostly weedy little guys, like horse jockeys.
After that we rode to Green Lake to another sidewalk cafe that allows even non-cool people to drink there. We watched the scores of beautiful, gleaming, half-naked young men playing volleyball and soccer and Ultimate. At least, I watched them, but I suspect S was watching passing cars instead.
And then to the club for a somewhat uneasy evening. I had advance notice that somebody would be there who had royally screwed me over so I was able to avoid him, but it made me uncomfortable to have to "hide" outside until he left. We also had a guest DJ and I have to be honest and say he did an okay job. He can keep his spleen--for now.
I don't know what tomorrow will bring. Should I pester S to go riding again, or should I give him a break and let him relax in an air-conditioned movie theater instead?
There is a thing about riding that I love most of all: Sometimes you ride through an area where the temperature drops suddenly. The air feels exactly like cool, clear water flowing over your skin. I swear you could drink it in and quench your thirst.
