Men are Funny
So I rode to a coffeehouse last night to read. I pulled the bike trailer with me so I could go grocery shopping before going home. On my way to Winco I was passed by several spandex-wearing “serious” cyclists. For the record, my husband Jared was one such when I married him. I was riding in sandals and the red dress from a few posts back. All of the men stared as they rode by. But I knew it had nothing to do with my cute clothes or kicky shoes. They were all obviously admiring the bike I rode. You could almost see them pitying it for being ridden by a dress-wearing woman and having to pull a kid’s bike trailer. Admittedly it is a gorgeous bike – Jared’s racing bike – but isn’t the most important thing that it matched my dress?
