These are my thoughts as I went on a bike ride with Melissa Saturday morning. (I use the term "with" very loosely. In this case it means we start out together at the bottom of the turn off to Mt. Charleston (I meet her there at 6:30 AM... at first it was to get ahead of the heat but apparently 6:30 AM its now a precedent cuz its only been in the 80's this weekend but we still met at 6:30 AM (did I mention AM?) cuz Melissa has "things to do" on Saturday) and she talks to me for a few minutes then heads out and I slowly make my way past the houses for about an hour and 1/2 until I see her coming the other direction. Then I turn around and follow her down. She is FAST! So this is why I have PLENTY of time to think about things. )
It is a beautiful morning! Man Melissa is fast, I can't see her anymore. Good, now I can go slower. I should have brought my ipod. It was OK last week cuz it was all new but now its boring.
Oh, car. (Rumble as they go over the dividing line, passes me, Rumble back). Isn't that funny that last time it took me a while to figure out what that rumble was?
(Breaking into Song) Oh what a beautiful Morning! Oh what a beautiful Day! (other random snatches of songs from Oklahoma)
Car. (Rumble, Rumble, Rumble, passes me, Rumble) Why is that car swerving around before it gets to me?
(Singing)They have a big Theatre, they call the Burly-Q, for 50 cents you can see a dandy show!
Burlesque is a french word.
Yes, those French are rather risque (thinking of a conversation Melissa and I had Friday at lunch). Hey, those are 2 French words.. probably cuz they describe the French!
Car. (Rumble...... passes me, Rumble) Isn't it funny how some cars go out and around me so early? They did that last week sometimes too.
Hmm.. are there any other French words like that? I can only think of the word uninhibited and that's not French...
AH! RIDER talking to me behind me!
"Morning" (kinda under my breath) "Man, you scared me" Oh my goodness, I almost ran right off the road! Good thing I don't go very fast. This is why I don't look behind me when I ride cuz I swerve.
He shore is fast. Look at those muscles. Those calves are probably 3 times as big as Melissa's. I wonder if he'll catch up to her? Probably. He's already out of sight. Good, now I can go slower.
(Singing) A little light is going by, a little light....
What is that sound? That is so loud! It must be a HUGE truck. AH.. scary!
Rumble, Rumble, passes me, passes me, Rumble passes me, Rumble, etc. Lots of cars stuck behind that huge truck...
Wait... duh.
I shoulda known that rider was coming cuz the cars were going out and around him! Yes, my middle name is smart. Well, at least I can blog about it.
PS. The rider never did catch up to Melissa, she turned around before he got to her (she told me so explicitly).
PPS. We went longer this time and I started to worry when I didn't see Melissa coming back. I was SO tired. My first thought was, if she had gotten a flat tire or been in an accident, I just couldn't bike ALL that way up to where ever she was! Yes, I'm loving like that.