Down the shore I love riding my bike. OK fine, so I may be the only one not exercising and instead, I am using it to ride to the liquor store and fill the front basket with alcohol bottles. But still – the land is flat with an ocean breeze and the trip offers me a mile or two of solitude. As you might suspect, the minute we head home - my foot doesn’t hit a cruiser pedal until the next summer. But this year I decided to order a bike before we even left the beach house on our last day of vacation. The bike arrived only a week after getting home. And well, who knew that I would have to put it together? I called Adam to help and immediately he asked me how I thought it would be delivered if not in pieces (I didn't say that I thought it would just be standing up in the box, all ready to ride. Like, duh! Why not?! There are big boxes out there that could fit an assembled bike!). He then continued to carry on with every twist of the screw, remarking “you are never going to ride this thing.” I told him not to worry about that - (God, he was being annoying and so not supportive!) - and to just make sure to fasten the basket onto the handle bars tight. My big idea was to always bike to the liquor store from now on! How smart was I - burning calories so I could drink what I had just burned off!?!! I'd never gain a pound again! Well....after I had to take one slight incline on my maiden voyage, I realized that Adam was probably right. I was not cut out for extreme sports like this. At least, that is what I would call any biking beyond exit 63.
