Bikers.
Unfortunately not the Harley Davidson kind.
Yippy for us (??) Sonoma County is a part of the Amgen Tour of California. (Y A W N).
I'm not really into bike racing guys. I've always known them to be the type where a girl would want to take a leisurely ride on her bike and they'd try and turn it into some sort of bicathalon. ("But my bike is only a three speed!" she screams at her biking date, who is now a full mile ahead of her. "Suck it up honey, we guy bikers like a peddling speed of 55 mph!" he mumbles. Later she is seen turning her bike into a winery tasting room parking lot never to be heard from again...)
When I think of biking guys I always think of this guy my ex husband used to work with who had nothing good to say about anyone ... except Lance Armstrong. This guy was bald, short, mean, unattractive and weird. This would be fine I suppose, except he was the king of picking people apart. I used to stare at him and think, "Did YOU look in the mirror this morning?" He loved anything bicycle. I think if he could have "done" a bicycle he would have. It was like he was stuck at age 7. He also lived for bike races. He is what I imagine bicycling guys to be like. (Sorry bike guys but it is true...).
Unless you find me a bike racer who is puffing on a cigarette, flipping off traffic while drinking a pint of brew I doubt I'll be changing my mind anytime soon.
I love Brian's take on life, as he looks at bike racers and says to me,
"Mom, why do they do this?"
"Son, I have no idea." I grin.
"They don't look like they arehaving fun either." He grins.
"Yeah, they are into total body health son, that would make anyone look like they are constipated". We both grin.
Luckily for us they are riding out of town today.
You know ... the Hells Angels used to have their annual motorcycle ride through here every year, but left when helmets became law in California. Maybe I just can't get used to the transformation from wild country to domesticated boredrum ...
Until next time-
C
