This morning Cowboy was really antsy even after a walk he was still kinda high strung. So I busted out the big red bike and took him around the neighborhood for some fresh air.
The little fella still needs practice because he jumped right out when he saw a big dog. Luckily he had his harness on and the leash was wrapped pretty tight on the bars. I guess he and I will just have to keep practicing.
As you all know we do something called “Commuter Profile.” This is where we highlight a commuter…just like you! That’s right you can get your 15 minutes of fame, and show of your bicycle! You can send your profile to your family and friends…impress that co-worker that always is harping on you for riding your bike to work. Hey, what about impressing the boss. This is a sure fire way to get some good attention from the MAN.
So with that said, let us know if you would like to be our next Commuter Profile. For the guys…chicks dig it. For the ladies….guys love chicks who ride! Seriously!
With the passing of our dog Chuy, our house felt very quiet and empty. So we started looking around for the right dog to add on to our family tree. We went to the pound a few times, called on a few ads from Craigslist. Then this little guy caught our attention. We quickly adopted him and brought him home.
Cowboy has been great with the kids and has adjusted pretty well. One of the things I wanted to see was how he would do on a bike ride. So I got an old basket out, placed it in the Big Red Bike, which I now call Clifford, and put Cowboy inside.
He was pretty relaxed the whole time and didn’t even try to jump out.
I then took Breanna and Cowboy on a ride around the cul-de-sac to see how he’d do on the street. Just look at him, he’s enjoying it.
This morning I had to drop of Priscilla’s car at the dealership to get some warranty work. They have a shuttle service but I brought my Redline 925 so I can ride it back home. As I unloaded my bike I realized that I didn’t bring my helmet.
The dealership was a good 9 miles from my home and I had to ride on some busy streets. As I rode my bike home I did feel very insecure not having my helmet on. I felt naked without it. Kinda like how it feels when you forget your watch or wedding ring.
Anyhow, I realized that my insecurity was caused by my years of wearing a helmet. Let me explain, when I’m on my bike I always wear a helmet. Now that I didn’t have one on my head, all I could think about was my head getting bashed in. But when I am wearing a helmet, I don’t even think about it. So perhaps when I don’t wear my helmet, I’m more distracted because I’m preoccupied with nasty thoughts of my noggin getting mushed on the ground.
What’s the moral of the story…don’t forget your helmet. Cuz if you do, all you’ll think about is your helmet. Which makes you distracted and paying less attention to the road ahead.