Everything in Penticton is really close which is great. Where I live is perfect too. I can walk to work, to the grocery store, to church, I couldn't ask for anything better! Going downtown or to the lakes is a different story, though. I don't have a car so this presents a little bit of a problem. I know there is a bus but I'm not a huge fan of them unless I absolutely have to. Let's just say living on a tiny little island for six years where I had to rely on a ferry schedule continually really made me crave a little more transport freedom. And so I made the decision that it was time to buy a bike! Not only is this a great way to get around, it is also a great way to get some exercise. And so I have a new baby named Norco. I can't say I have been the best mother, though. If this is a test for the future, I might be failing. The first time I had to lock it up, I put the whole lock through the back wheel, the middle part and the front wheel but...I didn't care to wrap it around something that would actually make it immovable and not get stolen. Thankfully I was only at my friends house and they had noticed the problem before we went out for a walk. Close call.
The second time Norco may have questioned my love for him was when we were biking down main street on our way to a young adults church service. I was riding on the sidewalk and there were two men, a little rough around the edges, walking in the same direction infront of me and so I yelled, "Behind you!" They didn't hear me because let's just say my yell is closer to a whisper than anything so I tried again but they still didn't hear me. I was getting closer and there was a little space on the left so I just sneaked in but at that very moment the man closest to me decided to ever so gracefully hock a loogie that I got a little spray of but it mostly landed on Norco. The man apologized, I laughed and kept going but I think Norco was probably a little unhappy to say the least.
I plan to not pursue perfection but excellence in this relationship I find myself in with my precious Norco. I just hope in the meantime he doesn't throw a temper tantrum and chuck me off into the dip, dark pit of vehicles.
Girl, I think you meant a deep pit - although the English teacher could be wrong and there actually IS such a thing as a dip pit :) I guess you never know nowadays! haha - GREAT story though!! I LOVE that the man spit on you as you passed him, almost spewed my lunch as I read it... you get the picture!
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