Susan invited me on a bike ride yesterday. She said it would take one hour. Well, she didn’t count on going with me. She said it was a vacation bike ride on a country lane, making it sound appealing, but she didn’t say it was a vacation in the Alps, riding bikes up and down the Matterhorn. She took off and I was huffing and puffing behind her like I smoke two packs a day or something.
We kept getting chased by dogs, with one really aggressive three-legged dog leading the charge. So I got a big stick that I used like a medieval weapon and made me even more unsteady on her fancy bike because for one thing I didn’t know how to change gears going up and down the huge hills. She pointed out all kinds of beautiful scenery, but I couldn’t notice because I was dizzy from lack of oxygen and exhaustion.
A ride that normally takes her 45 minutes ended up being two hours. She wants to go again today. I told her I’m busy.