Alright, went for a ride today. At Rubio Woods (map incomplete), an attractive young woman, on a Lemond lady-model road bike, was pulling onto the trail as I was passing through. She stuck on me for about a mile, and in a nasty upwind strech suggested we form a formal paceline. Her reasoning: she got shelter from the wind, and I got shelter as well, and could freely stare at her ass as well. She sold me on the idea. After a few more miles of that, we got to a stoplight and started talking. Now, this is when I got a better look at her. Closest comparison I could make is to Angelina Jolie. In cycling shorts and a sports bra. On a $1300 road bike. *drools*.

So, we were riding together for the rest of my ride. She is about as capable of a cyclist as I am, and a sophmore at U of C, home for the summer. Her major is in Poli Sci, and wants to be one of the upper staffers to a Democratic administration in the White House. Now, here’s the kicker: She told me to call her, and we’d go out for coffee sometime this week. BUT I FORGOT TO GET HER NUMBER.

So, Joan, if you’re out there and for some reason read this blog and go “Hey, that was me!!!” please email peawee [at] peawee [dot] net. Mmmkay?

Side issue about cycling: wind sucks when it’s strong enough to force you to pedal downhill.

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