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Sep. 8th, 2007 09:23 pmHave I mentioned, oh have I mentioned, that I hate jazz? Just can't really stand the stuff. Especially trumpet jazz. Trumpet jazz makes me kind of physically ill. Even like, jazzy Joni Mitchell I don't care for one bit. Yugh.
We had a yard sale today. Raked in about $25 over the course of 6 hours, after factoring in the price of pricing stickers. Not so bad. Took the other stuff to Goodwill. I found a bike helmet at Goodwill, which was $2.99 and not gross at all, and has one of those super cool/dorky visors in the front.
Daniel and I tried the local trail - the Iron Horse Trail according to google maps, but the John Wayne trail everywhere else. It's a dirt trail. I was panicking. I'm having trouble learning to center my weight. I remember riding a bike as being so effortless, but I suppose I was a lot closer to the ground. And on grass. But I keep wiggling back and forth, certain that I might lose control at any time, and tumble onto the gravel. So I panic a little. And throw my feet off the peddles, trying to come to a stop since pedaling backwards doesn't work. Okay, I've got the front wheel brake in pretty good control. But still. This is going to take some work. Especially since those particular muscles in my thighs are not used to being used in that manner.
It's a nice trail. Flat. Very flat. Of course, it's a railroad grade, so it won't be too bad even in the mountains. It stretches all the way across the state - from Seattle to almost-Idaho, I understand.
We had a yard sale today. Raked in about $25 over the course of 6 hours, after factoring in the price of pricing stickers. Not so bad. Took the other stuff to Goodwill. I found a bike helmet at Goodwill, which was $2.99 and not gross at all, and has one of those super cool/dorky visors in the front.
Daniel and I tried the local trail - the Iron Horse Trail according to google maps, but the John Wayne trail everywhere else. It's a dirt trail. I was panicking. I'm having trouble learning to center my weight. I remember riding a bike as being so effortless, but I suppose I was a lot closer to the ground. And on grass. But I keep wiggling back and forth, certain that I might lose control at any time, and tumble onto the gravel. So I panic a little. And throw my feet off the peddles, trying to come to a stop since pedaling backwards doesn't work. Okay, I've got the front wheel brake in pretty good control. But still. This is going to take some work. Especially since those particular muscles in my thighs are not used to being used in that manner.
It's a nice trail. Flat. Very flat. Of course, it's a railroad grade, so it won't be too bad even in the mountains. It stretches all the way across the state - from Seattle to almost-Idaho, I understand.
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Date: 2007-09-09 11:56 pm (UTC)