Pedal Strike

So I’m still feeding off the trackosaurus-rex-posting-plus-garrett-chow-facebook-friending extravaganza of Monday. I’m not going to lie, that totally made my week life.

Sure, my 15 minutes of fame might already be over, but I was having a hard time thinking up new [blogging] goals. Think Lance after winning the Tour seven times, minus the dating hot models and celebrities [unfortunately]. I sat there, watching the hit count on this blog skyrocket, and patted myself on the back. Go me.

Of course, within 24 hours of that, blowing myself got kind of old. And, like Lance, there’s not much that can really get me to give up…well…anything. Besides, there’s a bike to be built up, more hats to be made, and I’m convinced that some people out there will continue to be interested in the trials and tribulations of a girl who can barely stay on her first fixed gear.

Which brings me to the actual bike-riding part of my life. I mean, sure Lance and I could probably make some legit hill-climbing babies…but what about owning those time trials? I’m not saying he’s not fast – just that I wouldn’t ever want him to slow down [that much] for me. After, you know, [he realizes we were totally meant to be and] we get married.

Actually, I wouldn’t want any boy on a bike slowing down for me. Even though I don’t so much ride my bike as crawl around on it in traffic. So, like Lance [do you see how we’re made for each other?], my competitive side/inferiority complex has gotten me sprinting on my commute.

I may have achieved my personal dream blog goal, but here’s to new ones: not running into cars, getting faster, and a larger thigh to arm ratio!

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