I have forgotten how much fun riding a bike can be. Not too long ago, I purchased a Schwinn Roadster from what looks to be the mid to late eighties. She rides like a dream; best of all, she just got herself a tuneup. My first day with her in Denver saw me riding back and forth between the REI flagship store and, um, Cherry Creek on Speer Boulevard at least five times.
On one of the laps, I saw a lady running with a dog that could only be described as great. She had the most majestic looking Great Dane, and made a fanatic out of me.
See, I'm getting to the point in my life where I need to be getting on with living on my own. I had always imagined (quite unhealthily and erroneously) that the launch would occur when I got married by the time I turned twenty two (this vision was berthed when I was like fourteen). Being that for the immediate future marriage doesn't seem to be a likely outcome, I've decided to commence the launch independently. The first step: Find my own place. The second step: Buy myself a Great Dane. Every single GD that I've encountered has been nothing but pleasant and loving. They're the kind of dog that just gets me. Also, they're the type of dog that could beat me in a wrestling match but rip an intruder's face off. Awesome. See for yourself!
1 comment:
I like where your head is at.
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