riding through town
the tale of a bike ride through the city, with its ups and downs, both physical and metaphorical.
Tonight we went cycling together. Down the hill to downtown, where we looked at some experimental music festival & decided it wasn’t worth paying the money. Then up the other side to visit a friend (to drop off a video); I have to admit that I was not gracious in climbing up that hill. There was cursing and obscene gesturing involved, although finally I just had to admit that I get self-consious about my lack of cycling prowess, and he that he gets frustrated that I won’t listen to his advice. And with wheezing and straining, I made it up onto the crest and we cruised around up on the westside, dropped off the vid and hung out for a bit.
Then back down (wheeeeeeee!), through downtown again, weaving in the traffic on 4th, and over to another friend’s house.
I spent a couple of hours hanging out with her 4-year-old, playing with dolls, being shown the garden, explaining how flowers turn into blackberries, reading Space Witch…while C looked at her pictures from studying abroad. Good times for all, although I think next time I want to have the grownup fun. 
The ride home wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be; I got sweaty and breathed hard, but I didn’t freak out, didn’t even have to stop to walk. (Honestly? I used the tricks that C was trying to explain to me earlier.)
And now I’m all showered and relaxed and happy. Might watch a little vid (season 2 of Chapelle’s Show!) and then go to sleep.
I’m very happy we went for a ride instead of spending all evening with the TV or the computers.
