Spent a day farting around with Mr. X, my 50-year old gentleman friend who has a fitness addiction, and the physique of a gymnast*. We are both cyclists, although he’s a bit more serious as both a commuter and a long-distance rider.
He’s currently sporting a boot on his left calf, due to a bone fracture acquired during one of his weekly roller hockey bouts. Me? A knee brace, due to a gentle mis-step while dancing on a Honduran bar during a foam party.
Since we were both feeling pretty gimpy, we decided to bag our usual bike ride, and just take in a matinée. Even giving in to using a car for the five-mile trip…
By the time we were done with a late lunch, the sun had emerged, and it turned into a gorgeous day. So we played with his bicycle collection! He’s got a recumbent, a tandem and even a recumbent tandem! Mostly, though, i wanted to play with his kickbike**. Taking it out for a spin through the residential street where he lives, i eventually got the hang of it – knee brace notwithstanding!
Decided to try his recumbent bike, too, as i’ve never ridden one. As i was playing with that, he got on the kickbike to play around a little, too. With his broken leg in a boot…
We farted around with his entire fleet for a bit – and if anyone had seen us out there, we’d have certainly looked insane…
While yakking with The Girl this morning, i was filling her in on my day out… explaining our varying degrees of decrepit which didn’t quite deter us from farting around on the wheeled toys.
The Girl: You crazy old folks! Always*** falling down and breaking bones…
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* Six-pack. And i’m not talking about what’s in his fridge…
** Not entirely a euphemism
*** This is not the first time i’ve been ‘walking wounded’ over a stupid dance-related injury, or worse – being an eeejit on a playground. The Girl has seen me limping more often than walking…