I want to ride.

I must be getting bitten by the bug. Yesterday, with Lina staying over once again at my mom's (I think Lina's moving out), I rode my little borrowed motorcycle to work. At lunch, I ate out and then got on the bike and rode around town for a while, just because. After work, knowing that Lina wanted to stay at Grandma's for "just one more night? - please?", I took my time and even considered passing the turn off to my road and continuing on down the highway for a few miles.

This morning, I even suggested I might be up to doubling Lina on my bike (she's been riding with Hubby). The thing is I just want to ride. What's happening to me? I even drove out to the Waltonian last night to meet my husband after my meeting (Girl Guides).

Maybe I am just being cheap, after all, I can ride about 400 km for under $10 on the bike and my van costs me $80 - 90/week. Maybe it might be the fact that Jody will be taking his bike back soon and I will be forced to share Hubby's bike if I want to ride.

I have even caught myself weighing buying a digital camera vs. getting a loan for a used bike. At 35 years of age I am starting to wonder if I am living out some sort of repressed teenage fantasy of living in Chinatown above a take out joint, riding my bike everywhere, wearing odd clothing, shopping at second hand stores, listening to music no one has ever heard of, hanging out with all sorts of odd people, being known as the "weird chick on the bike". Wait - I think I already fit most of that description. If I could only earn the title of "artist" I could die happy.

I do not however live in Chinatown (sigh) I live in the country and although it's not as cool, it has its own rewards - especially if your husband listens to Metallica.