I'm not a big bike rider. I always fantasize about becoming a serious errand-cycler - I'm convinced that some day, some way, I'll use my bike for every localish errand feasible. That hasn't yet happened, and I honestly don't know if it ever will. I think cycling in Brooklyn so traumatized me that I go into a near-panic when I think about riding on real roads and I simply go to the park as quickly as possible and stick to the carless paths there. I have to remind myself that this is Buffalo, not Brooklyn, where bike lanes apparently exist so people can triple park.
Anyway, Paul couldn't go mountain biking yesterday because it rained badly Saturday night and he didn't want to get stuck in a mudslick. We'd talked about going kayaking, but it's more fun to go with at least one other person. We decided instead to go for a ride on the bike path that follows the river.
Gulp.
This sounded easy enough, but the truth is that I hadn't been on a long ride in, erm, years. Serious, I can't even remember when. But hey, why not, right? I could handle a silly bike path! We rode all the way to the canal in Tonawanda, around the path there, looping back and around before heading down towards Buffalo. I love the path along the canal! It's pretty and quiet and perfect for a leisurely ride.
I began to get pretty tired on the way home, so we took a little break at a park near Hertel. Paul rode in before me and was immediately chatted up by a little kid named Mason Francis. He smiled and yelled "Hi Jamie!" as I rode in and talked to me about everything a 3 year old can talk about. Apparently, he turned into The Hulk. I said something about being a goofball, so he promptly began calling me that. As we left, he said "You're a goofball, too!" and I responded with "Well you're a goofball three!" So he logically enough punched my butt cheek.
Enchante, Monsieur, enchante.
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