She Drives Me Nuts

Like most recent mornings, I was welcomed by birds chirping and sunshine as I awakened her before my usual ride to work along Green Street. I can't help but smile since I am still riding the wave of excitement that came along with finally getting her back, and she is still hot - happier, healthier, ready for action, and willing to go the distance ( I have the endurance). But the weird thing is... I am accustomed to being on top and frequently adjusting positions and angles, yet recently I have had trouble re-adjusting to how she feels - omg really damn good. It's almost like the first time all over again.

Since her return she needs more regular attention, and I am more than happy to give it to her. Just yesterday, my roommate came home and saw me standing over her with a bottle of lube. There was no awkward pause because we know each other so well, and he understands that people have urges. These same urges rolled over to this morning, when I tended to gaze at her parts more than what was appropriate. I guess you can call it elevator eyes, but it was more akin to escalator eyes.

If I had been focused on the task at hand, I would not have been so blindsided by the ridiculousness of a peanut being lodged in between her front breaking unit and the frame. Yes, a fraggin' (I love BSG) peanut on my bike. WTF!

There it was, shell intact, no cracks. Just chillin like it was supposed to be there, yet there is not a reasonable, non-wacky explanation that I can imagine. How did it get there? Does it mean anything? Was I supposed to eat it?

I almost did, but I decided to forget about it and get my ass to work. I was already late.