The weather is cool. The days are short. It’s fall. And, for Arizona, it came early. Yay!

After months of being cooped up inside and living like a vampire (only going out when it’s dark), there is finally an opportunity to get some Vitamin D. Usually this involves walks through the park, but we wanted to branch out without having to drive for miles.

So the hubbinator and I decided to purchase bicycles.

Beach cruisers as they’re called. The hubbinator wanted blue but all they had was black. I wanted green but it was $100 more. So we both got red bikes.

When I asked the hubbinator if this was how it starts, us getting matching everything, a passerby shouted “Don’t answer. It’s a trap.”

We picked them up yesterday, after walking about a mile to the store. Then rode them home.

It has been years since I’ve ridden a bike. And with the handbrakes instead of the foot/pedal breaks I was concerned, I’d go over the handles. The guy at exhale bikes said it was unlikely to happen given the bike’s low center of gravity. I said I accepted the challenge and was sad that he underestimated my abilities.

I tested the brakes in the parking lot, near the haunted house, figuring if I did fall off I’d be a bloody mess and fit right in, so no one would know I was clumsy.

Alas that didn’t happen. Turns out riding a bike is exactly like riding a bike. I didn’t forget  how to do it, although I did have a wobbly start.

There was something the hubbinator and I noticed—the bikes had a lot more power than the standard cheapo bikes we’d purchased over the years. A lot more power. It was awesome.

Until next time.