Funny thing, though... it was the perfect confluence of ephemera that you rarely get. Not sure if it was my brain being feverish or what, but - there's a bike path that goes from the Max station to my house, so I was able to just go ahead and open it up and enjoy the ride (I know, opening it up to 4 mph doesn't sound that good, but...) Chugging along, my sunglasses on, purplish hair flying in the wind, Meatloaf screaming in my headphones - I was feeling cool. Until, of course, I got home, parked my screaming machine in the garage and went to stand up. Then, I got reminded that I'm an arthritic old woman. Damn it. But still - I had a moment of cool. That's something. I'll take it.
Feeling the wind in our hair... |
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