The large box finally arrived and dear hubby was able to quickly put my bike in place and off I went. Well, ok, to be honest nothing is really that smooth, but the stand and my ten speed from my 13th birthday were both ready to roll, it was me that did a bit of protesting.
"The seat is too hard."
"The odometer is connected to the front wheel so I have no idea how fast or how far I am going."
"This is hard."
Ah, but I turned on the Food Network and timed my ride. Older son suggested a folded towel for a bit of cushion and well, sitting is easy and that's the problem.
I recently overheard someone say, "Get what you want (for dinner), you will be dead for a long time." My hope is to put it off.
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