The BF has this bike that he loves. Since April, he must've said, "I just can't wait until I can ride again." I would say he said it on a daily basis, especially if there wasn't a lick of snow on the ground and it was just barely starting to rise above freezing temperatures.
Warm weather to me doesn't really scream "let's ride." I can't wait to rock flip flops and open-toed sandals -- screw the bike. I could get a pedicure and buy all new sorts of sandals that I could only wear for three months -- maybe four if Cleveland is lucky.
Anyway, back to yesterday's bike riding trip. We have this thing with East Coast Custard. It might be the most amazing custard if you catch it on your favorite flavor day. Well, he wants to ride to the Shaker Square one and our friends ride in their Jeep.
Me: "What's wrong with Lyndhurst?"
BF: "I want to take a ride."
Me: "Well I want to ride in the Jeep and go FSBO hunting."
BF: "Let's just go on the bike."
I get annoyed at this point because I have to change my clothes and put on safe riding shoes, pants and shirt. I love flip flops -- I only have four months to wear them! Hello!
So, I head into my closet to grab my helmet and put jeans on. Then, I see my Juicy Couture sweat suits. (Editor's note: The BF doesn't like when I wear matching pants and hoodie because they are lime green, mango, yellow or grey. He thinks I look like a hill billy. I let him know that hill billies don't wear Juicy Couture.)
So, I throw on a jump suit and my new silver helmet and head out the door.
BF: "What are you wearing?"
Me: "A Juicy track suit."
BF: "Why can't you ever just wear jeans?"
Me: Ignoring that comment, "I have big hoops on too."
BF: "That's smart. So if we crash your earrings will dig into your brain."
Needless to say, we didn't crash and I was safe, comfortable and looking stylish. And, no, my thongs don't hang out of the back of my pants.