Wind
I biked to my massage appointment today and back, and the wind was just evil. Little seeds and dust kept flying into my eyes and nose, and sometimes the gusts would almost completely stop my bike. I shook my fist at the cruel wind in vain.
But it was sunny and warm, and that's all that matters sometimes.
But it was sunny and warm, and that's all that matters sometimes.
posted by Joanne at 4:13 PM
3 Comments:
Damn you, foul wind (fist in air)!
It's good to know that Minnesota has thawed out and that bikes are in use again for the season. And if it's any consolation, I'll be biking out to the ocean today, and there's usually a fairly strong headwind the whole way there. On the up side, once there, I can watch the sun plop into the ocean for the night.
1) I have never seen you shake your fist at anything.
2) Why haven't I seen you shake your fist at something?
3) That may be the funniest image in a coon's age.
I don't know why you've never seen me do it. I actually do it on a fairly regular basis. I just did it now. But not at you.
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