This morning called for some rallying to get me on my bike and out the door to pick up the Touareg (yay, it's fixed!!). I huffed it up some rolling hills and froze my ears off, but it was a pretty exhilarating way to start the day!
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| Cars are much faster but bikes make you feel better. |
Once home, and Matt out the door to work, I started cooking up some awesome breakfast for one: Two eggs over medium with dashes of basil and garlic with sourdough toast and lingonberry jam (thanks, Ikea!). Of course, coffee on the side is a daily must.
I hope the car doesn't break down again anytime soon, but it was a great reminder that I'm a true biker at heart. I spent a lot of time behind the handlebars as a kid. My dad would have me and my sister riding with him to the swimming pool to swim, the store for treats, even to a haunted house in the dark (I advise against this for small children, I was scared to death on the way home!).
Well, cheers: To keeping up good bike habits!
