put it on him. Sweet Ernie. 
put it on him. Sweet Ernie. 

But probably end up looking more like this.

Maybe someday will look the part of a bicyclist. I passed a fellow biker the other day, he was nice and friendly said something to me, but because of my iPod blasting out all other noise I didn't hear him, so I just smiled and waved. Who knows he may not have been so friendly, he could have said something with a smile like, "Get off the road!", or "You're looking mighty fat on your bicycle today," and then crazy me just smiles and waves.
I have also come to notice certain things such as:
1. You are a nice driver if you see me waiting to cross the street and let me go first, you are mean if you drive past like a crazy maniac!
2. Kids from the age of 0-16 stare at me when I bike past or will stand in the side walk and watch me as though I am some kind of spectacle they have never seen and finally move as I slowly bike past them. (Pretty much want to give the stupid teenagers, that stare at me like this, a swift kick in the throat from my bike!)
3. I love to go down hill, so fun I can hardly stand it. I will go up this monster hill every day just so I can go down it on the way home, the speed is exhilarating!
All in all I love to bike. Even though I don't have the complete bicyclist attire of spandex outfits, fancy bike and helmet, I won't let that discourage me because I love this sport. I love that I can push myself harder than I can when running, or swimming, I guess it was just meant to be.
