Setting: One fine May evening.
Activity: Short (but hilly!) 11 mile ride out of Conte's Bethesda.
Partner: The long suffering Michelle from GoMDgirlGo
Location: Second hill, of many.
I am pathetic. I cannot get this freakingfracking chain back on! But I'm digging this greasemonkey look.
You want grease? I got grease.
Cute cyclist-dude stops to help. Takes him 10 seconds. I am happy happy happy! Is there anywhere I don't have grease?? (No, not really. You'd be surprised.)
We cut our 11-mile ride very short. I left the bike at Conte's Bethesda for their spring race tune up ($75!), but sadly, did not remember that I was wearing bike shoes and my car was parked 6 blocks away.
So I did what any normal person would do: I walked 6 blocks in my socks, past the tony shops and chic diners lining the sidewalks of Bethesda Row.
What, you think that's WEIRD?
*No, really, you should have!