I hate riding bikes.
Don't shun me. I know I'm alienating myself from 85% of my American peers by telling the truth, but you know what? You can't like everything, and I've already made room in my life for such universally-loved activities as Office marathons, cookie-making, playing with babies, listening to Michael Buble, running, travelling, taking pictures, hanging out with friends, etc. Let me hate bikes, ok?
|Me right before the crash landing on my face incident. |
Note the lack of helmet. I thought I was so cool.
|I don't know what was up with my hair, but look! |
There's my beloved Volcom hoodie that I will be resurrected with some day. <3.
- demurring whenever your father asks you why you don't get a bike, and issuing the lazy-man excuse that "I never know what I want/I'll get one when I'm richer/when it's warmer/when I stop knowing how to run!"
- making snide remarks about those serious bikers walking around with the padded-butt shorts and clip shoes and winged helmets, er, aerodynamic safety gear. Seriously, you look RIDICULOUS, dude!!!
- excessive fear of pro bikers making fun of me as I toddle along on borrowed bikes