Bicycle

I want to ride my bicycle
I want to ride my bike,
I want to ride my bicycle
I want to ride it where I like

Seeing as how my sloth like attitude to Frisbee Club is at an all time high, I've decided to step up in other physical activities. (Bowchickabowow, anyone?) I've begun a new workout routine on simply lifting weights at home, coupled with even more bike riding. Once you get past the thought of all those frequent and ridiculously inclined hill, Greenfield is a really nice place to bike. Especially my region (the sticks, basically). If a road splits, (in the woods and no one is around to hear it...) chances are, they'll reconnect anywhere between a mile and a half mile later. One could take basically any route, and then use any other route to get back home.

However, I was faced with an omen just this night past. The chain on my bike decided it wasn't going to be a part of this spinning regime, and popped off. Not ten minutes later, after I got it back on, it popped off, yet again, ever vigilant in it's protest. I fear I may be against the favor of some god somewhere. A fat one... I'm tempted to return the the picture of Jupiter from one of my earlier posts...