I did stomp the trash and did some other stuff and then I hopped on the Honda Metropolitan and rode around the block. All the time I was thinking, “Remember, look where you want to go . . . because you will go where you are looking.” I don’t know remember that happening on a bicycle, put maybe that was because I was pedaling it instead of being along for the ride.
I thought that in big capital letters when I went around a corner because for a moment I glanced at a car at the stop sign.
White scooter, grey hair. Woo Hoo!!
Maybe I need to take Rose along next time, but perhaps her screaming would distract me. She’d look cute, though. I think I’ll get Der Bingle to take a picture of us when he comes.
I could strap a lot of Raggedy Anns to my legs and arms and body in general so they could all have a ride . . . and provide a little padding if needed. Oh, dear, thinking like that could get me in trouble. I guess I need to look where my thinking is taking me before I actually let some thoughts form.