DANGER GIRL gave F.JIM a bike, then tried to kill her.

Here's a comment for the latest blog. I need a cool job where you surf porn and blog while working. Do you have any openings there?

Dear Danger Girl,
I just wanted to say thank you for the "Gently used" Bicycle that you handed down to me. I was so excited about getting out on the open road and peddling my heart out.
I was equally excited about taking my new found toy out for a spin with you and SOGSK on Saturday. The first part of the ride I spent peddling and peddling without any results until I finally figured out the gears. Afterwards I was ready to fly.
Of course I didn't realize that my new toy would soon become the Death Machine and I would literally be flying down a hill. All the while behind me I hear you saying, "Don't panic. Use your back break, Your okay."
WTF.????
I am certainly not okay. What back break? There are no brakes at all. If there were I would have surely used them instead of choosing to plunge to my death. I do want to thank you however for making me a believer in helmets.
Safety before beauty.
I also want to thank you for reminding me of a song from Willy Wonka that I recalled while I was finding my escape from what could have been a blood bath.

Round the world and home again
That's the sailor's way
Faster faster, faster faster

There's no earthly way of knowing
Which direction we are going
There's no knowing where we're rowing
Or which way the river's flowing

Is it raining, is it snowing
Is a hurricane a–blowing

Not a speck of light is showing
So the danger must be growing
Are the fires of Hell a–glowing
Is the grisly reaper mowing

Yes, the danger must be growing
For the rowers keep on rowing
And they're certainly not showing
Any signs that they are slowing



Sincerely,

Female Jim