biker babe

those who know me well know that i am a hardcore pedestrian. i don't own a car and i hate riding the bus. you might suggest that i opt to get a bicycle, but i just don't have the nerve; just the thought of it plagues me with all sorts of terrible accident scenarios.

this in mind, i surprised even myself when i proposed to nathan that we rent bikes to get around new orleans. a quick search online yielded bicycle michael's on frenchmen (one of our favorite streets!) where we got identical schwinn frontiers nicknamed milkshake and bender. i held the high esteem of riding the bike named after my favorite futurama character.

after the first day riding feeling as if i might be launched from a cannon at any moment, i started to warm up and get comfortable. by the time we had to return the bikes, i was sad to bid farewell to bender.


here is the pavement in front of the bike shop. it has a bunch of weird plastic crap lodged in it.