Loren, of course, is an absolute natural on the bike. When he rides, the bicycle almost seems like an extension of his body. His long, sinewy legs pump effortlessly as he deftly maneuvers through traffic. He keeps perfectly in cadence, even as he's climbing massive hills. He bikes as easily as he runs. (Which, if you've ever met my husband, is saying a lot.) Loren loves bicycles more than he loves the dog and me.
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| I know that sounds drastic, but it's true. Even our living room is dedicated to bikes. |
I, on the other hand, look like a wobbly sack of potatoes slumped over a metal frame whenever I ride my ridiculously expensive bike. I don't know what it is, but I've never been very good at riding. For the longest time, whenever I would start to gain speed when going downhill, I would brake frantically and start to feel my life flash before my eyes. I also tend to turn into a nasty, expletive-spewing beast while peddling uphill. Despite all of this, Loren has retained the slightest hope that I'll someday turn into a cycling superstar like him.
