Thoughts of an unsuccessful, never married, late middle-aged, terminally ill American man.
Sunday, April 26, 2015
Off the saddle
A man rides a Victorian-era bicycle.
The Complete and Total Loser's history of bicycling for exercise may have come to a close. He rode a few times, OK, twice, some days ago and his right knee—the one on the bad leg—aches and is making him walk like the gimp that he is but tries not to be. This will be sad, if true. The Loser's happiest times are when he's on a bike, exercising, rolling down roads, breathing great lungs full of fresh air. Without it, he'll just sit around and decay, watching his heart lose its tone as he packs on fat. Drat.