Bike on

I have a magic closet. First I found the juicer in it. Then the bike trainer turned up. New toy, new toy. Granted, I may have mentioned to my roommate who wanted to excersize that in the Mary Poppins closet there was a bike trainer. After my accident, riding my bike has not had the same appeal. Nearly killing yourself on a park bench does that.

Now the trainer is set up, that bike is not going to crash into anything. I am safe in the comfort of my park bench free living room. It will be fun I said. I will not die I said.