I wanted to name my bikes for a long time and changed my mind a couple of times, but now it's official: The names of my two bikes are Tom Hardy and Channing Tatum. Both for obvious reasons.
In both cases it gives me the excuse to tell people that "I'm going for a spin with Tom Hardy/Channing Tatum", or that "I rode Tom Hardy like I meant it this morning". I'm sure there are a lot of other
Or more correctly; men.
Or girls. I'm an equal opportunity kind of gal.
I really couldn't tell you why, but I am taken hostage by a slow pulling undertow. All I can think of is wanting to Channing all over someone's Tatum. I think it's because spring has sprung or at least is trying to spring.
But like the Heimlich Maneuver's early stages, this urge is more of a gesture at this point. It's not a finished thought.
Misunderstand me correctly when I say this, as it's not meant as an insult to anyone's sexual prowess: But man, I must be getting desperate when I'm fantasizing about my boning my bike mechanic or some random dude on the street. Fantasizing might be exaggerating since it's not like I have some elaborate plan or dream or a full script. But as with any quality porno, all you really need is the line, "Did someone order pizza?"
So there's that.
Anywho, it's Friday and another none biking weekend. Unless I decide to do an impromtu ride around Lake Washington or something.
Ps! This post makes no sense. Which is kinda how my head works most of the time.