Walk your bike. I dare you!

Whelp. It's been six weeks. (We've actually started in on our 7th)
Last Thursday I had the great pleasure of experiencing a flat tire.
Lucky for us we were just passing WILLS PLACE when it happened.
Now, let me tell you a little about WILL. WILL is a biker extraordinaire. He is the Ultimate! He bikes everywhere, EVEN in the winter! And, Oh dear GOD, don't even let me get started on how large and muscular his thighs are...and talk about a sweet, sweet ass. I'd let him crush me anytime!
.....Any way.........
WILLS PLACE also just happens to be where we drink beer every Tuesday. So, my getting a flat in front of it was like the cosmos telling me to go in and have a drink. Right?
Well, we did.
**(WILL pumped my tire up, but to no avail)
DANGER GIRL was the best friend a girl could ask for that day. I figured she'd be doing circles around me on her bike, but nope. She insisted that since we biked together, we would also walk our bikes together.
Thanks again DANGER GIRL.
Let me say, it is a hell of a lot harder to push a bike than ride it. THAT you can be sure of. 3 miles to the bike shop, dripping sweat and cursing all the glass on the trails was no pleasant task.
And guess what???
When we rounded the corner to the bike shop we realized that they had conveniently moved!!!!
TOTAL FUCKERS!
They hadn't bother mentioning that little fact to me when I had called them 2 days prior. NOOOOOO. Not one gorram word! So, rather than walk our bikes the 18+ blocks to the "new" shop we just kept on walking on home.


Going 5 miles in 30 minutes is great. Going 5 miles in 2 hours totally sucks!

Either way. I'm still alive.
So, here's to 6 weeks of biking! Yay for us.