My husband is a biker. Mountain biking, road racing-he does it all. He's won many races, and if not racing, we often go to cheer friends on as they speed by. A thirty mile ride is a warm up for my guy. Because of this passion, I know good bikes by name, shop for camelbacks and bike seats, and understand to hold the CAT 2's in awe. I have ridden as stoker on our tandem bike while he rides up front, insisting I call him "Captain", a technical term he relishes hearing. I comply as he looks downright yummy in his spandex shorts. I could tell you about the wreck that ended our tandem partnership, but without being able to actually hear the "Oh no!"s and "Poor thing!" you would exclaim in horror, it serves no purpose.
So, you could say we share this interest. I mean, you could. But if so, you should know my idea of the perfect bike is one with a huge basket perfect for fresh flowers, lemonade and a good book. It is pink. And a sparkly bell wouldn't hurt....
You? Happy Memorial Day!
(images Simply Seleta, French Vogue, Hula Seventy)