Slow and Steady Wins the Race
T and I rode with Dykes on Bikes this year. As we were waiting to start the parade, we noticed our old roommate, C, on the bike in front of us. C came over and said “hello” then proceeded to give us an unsolicited safety lesson on how to ride, where T should keep her feet, how hot the engine would get, etc. It was really annoying and reminded me why C is no longer our roommate. I should also note that C was alone, which jogged my memory of her once saying (about 6 years ago) , “I can’t understand why I am single, when people like the two of you can hook up.” Yeah, C, I wonder why someone so kind, loving and tactful could still be single? It baffles me.
Then the parade started. The police officers on the bikes ahead of us were doing really cool figure eights and other synchronized moves. C started doing the same, except she was the only one of the Dykes on Bikes doing such things. I felt it was a bit of a safety concern to have her weaving in and out of the parade and driving in circles around the rest of the bikes, but I was always aware of her presence because she was continually revving her engine in an attention seeking manner.
Then suddenly she wasn’t there anymore. T and I finished the parade, parked and walked to watch the remainder of the parade. As we were walking, C was being pushed out of the parade route because she ran out of gas! She ran out of gas. Ha, Ha, C ran out of gas! I regret not taking a picture of the sad scene, but I was too busy trying not to laugh too loud and then have her demand her bread maker, Tina Turner CD, and hand made sushi plates back. Am I petty and small for experiencing such glee?
