The last time my darling got to ride her bicycle, she was nine-months’ pregnant. The time before that, she was in college.
Today was one of those days that makes you forget there is such a thing as winter. My dear scribette and I took turns carving lines on the asphalt around the neighborhood on our old Schwinns.
It occurred to me while pedaling along that there’s just something about this style of bike and this riding posture that beckons one to whistle a pleasant tune while you’re at it.
It’s often said that when everything is taken into consideration riding a bicycle is, more than anything else, simply great fun. Seeing my closest friend giggling like a school girl as she made her way up and down the street was such a treat. This is happiness in motion.
I asked my wife if she thought it inappropriate to blog about her derriere, and she said it was better than commenting on someone else’s. Good point. So let me just say that a bicycle can do beautiful things for the body, and Ms. McCaskill wears hers well.