#galactic explorers

I just feel better when i've ridden, and less than good when i don't.  I remember when my last bike was needing repair and unrideable, and those days felt unhelpful to my life.  Maybe it's chemical.  Maybe it's psychological.  Maybe i wanna take a self-pic one day and decide it's good enough for OkCupid, that my body can handle whomever i meet for a picnic.  Not "handle" as in "knife fight", but maybe, if she's neat like that.  I'd make cut-offs from any of my to-donate pants, but they wouldn't shed rain like my North Face nylons.  Still, maybe when i get home... Our hometowns are too hilly for everyday fixed gear.  My new city is, too.  But if we make a game of avoiding 50-degree inclines, stick to the long hills and flats, it's just inconvenient, or exercise.  And i like the way it feels, and that it's quiet.  I hear New York is an appropriate spot for fixies.  I wouldn't know.  Maybe D.C.  Or western Kansas.  My bike project might soon handle like a throwback mountain bike.  Or an inanimate god.  My at-home outfits are seldom more than shorts and bike shorts, or jeans and a pullover for walk-outings.  I'm impressed by your non-repeating outfits because mine repeat daily.  No kidding.  (Really, my at-home outfits are shorts and bike-SHIRTS, but rereading this to catch that made me think someone could read this and think me a shirtless, 80's wonder.  Don't tell.) B. has a better chance at Mars than us as astronauts.  Invoke this, foster it.  I can't think of an age-appropriate space film (though can about dinosaurs), but will write if i do.  Now thinking of it, aluminum foil and cardboard boxes seem perfectly appropriate for pretend astronauting and first contact situations.  You could play a mammalian mommartian.  :)  B. would have to help you write a treaty between your two worlds, or a charter for the new Galactic Explorers, Sol Division.  I miss being good at pretending.