We waited and waited and waited until we could wait no longer. It was mid-afternoon and there was still no snow, but we absolutely HAD to get out into the first above-freezing temperature we’ve had since well over a month ago. And even though we didn’t get to ride among snowflakes as big as our heads, we still had a great deal of fun.
Our plan was to ride up to the grocery store for our Cycle Life Challenge purchase. We would take our time, enjoy the warm air and the mostly snow-free streets, and snap a few pictures for my blog. (That’s right, MY blog.) Then we would buy some cartoon character food items, load them up into my panniers, and ride back home. If I do say so myself, it sounded like a very nice date for Doris and I, and additionally, an outstanding step up the ladder toward Eternal Glory.
We had fun playing in the snow and taking pictures of each other in the mountains of southeast Minnesota. The mountains are so huge that you can barely see us pedaling up their incredibly steep slopes but, of course, I’m posting them anyway.
One of the nice things about having ridden a bike since the first day I was sketched is that my leg muscles can easily climb those steep grades. It also doesn’t hurt that the combined weight of my bike and me is less than an ounce. Now that I’m done bragging about my mountain climbing ability, it’s a little embarrassing to have to admit that, back in the flatlands, I got stuck in the snow. Thank goodness, Doris was there to pull me out.
Then came the only negative part of the day. We stopped just a few blocks from the grocery store where Doris took an action shot of me riding down the road. That’s when we were photo-bombed by this annoying clown:
He rode up to me and demanded that I give him the new password to his Cycle365 account or else he’d report me to the Federal Agency of Internet Law.
“F.A.I.L.?” I’ve never heard of F.A.I.L.” I replied.
“Yeah, well, it’s a real thing. And they’ll FORCE you to return my account so fast that your cartoon head will spin!”
“I’m afraid they’re going to FAIL,” I quipped, proud of my little pun.
“Fine,” said gregblood, “I’ll see you in court!”
I’m not worried. It’s just the hollow threats of a paper tiger. Besides, my cartoon-rights lawyer will file motion after motion after motion so that gregblood’s case won’t see the inside of a courtroom until well after I’ve achieved Eternal Glory. Anyway, we quickly forgot about the ravings of that lunatic and continued on to the grocery store.
We gathered up some cartoon vegetables and some cartoon meat, paid for the food with gregblood’s bankcard (don’t ask how I got it), and I tried to hurry past the Girl Scout Cookie table. Yup, it’s that time of year again, and the aggressive 10-year-old Girl Scout/Sales Specialist asked “Would you like to buy some Girl Scout Cookies?” I did not have the willpower to resist both her high-pressure sales tactics AND Doris’s pleas to buy her a box of her favorite cookie.
Due to our late start yesterday, I am writing this the next day. Doris and I are finishing off the entire box of delicious, minty, chocolaty, crunchiness. The snow storm eventually arrived last night as we slept. We woke up to one of the prettiest snowfalls of the season.