I too, can ride a bike

Well, Kacey is not the only one that can ride a bike.  I now have proof that I can also ride on two wheels.  I got a little jealous of Kacey and all the whistles she got as she tooled around on her bike.  So, I went out and bought a bike of my own.  I know you are all jealous, but i had to do it.  Now, when Kacey calls and tells me she is going for a ride, i can rush home, grab a bike of my own, and follow her into the sunset.  I couldn't do the whole comfort bike.  I had to buy a bike that at least is classified as a mountain bike.  Not that I will ever ride off the road, or in the rain for that matter, but I have the option if the opportunity presented itself.  It would pretty much take an earthquake that swallowed up all recognizable parts of Illinois, somehow spared my bike, and I would have to have a reason to peddle into any direction, but nonetheless, I would have the capacity to go off road riding.  At that point, I am guessing it would be better to save my strength to forage for food and to build some kind of domicile, but again, if I wanted to take a joy ride to survey the damage I could.  Truthfully, I am just glad that all the neighbors won't call me a sissy with a big banana seat on my bike.  Now, I will look rough and tumble on my all terrain fully capable mountain climber of a bike.  I think I may even add flames just to ensure no one mistakes this ride as a tame unisex suburban neighborhood bicycle.  No, this is a manly utilitarian transportation machine.  In fact, i liken it to a H2.  Not quite all out, I don't want to go all the way, but the slightly tame, prosumer version of the Army's Hummer.