I bike for cookies

My Christmas list is getting longer, and it's only September. This t-shirt goes at the top of the list though, and I have very good reasons for wanting it. OK, only one reason. First, here's the t-shirt.

(http://www.etsy.com/listing/107365386/bike-shirt-i-came-on-my-bike-today)*

 And if you read this article, "No Sex Necessary: Women have orgasms at the Gym....," I'm sure you'll make the connection. If I get this shirt, I'll be out there having orgasms while I ride my bike! W00t!

Oh, don't really read the article. It's kind of stupid. It's about a study somebody did with a terribly small sample of women who get their cookies through working out. That's right. Exercise can cause orgasms. In women. Some women. Some very lucky women. Some women I would probably hate if I knew them, the bitches, because this is even worse than being a skinny bitch. This is being a cookies-at-will bitch.

Get this: 19% of the women who reported having exergasms said it happened while they were on a bike! ON A BIKE! I had no idea this was possible.

I want a bikookie. I want a cyclegasm. I want to come on my bike, and I'm not talking about arriving. The only problem is that it hasn't ever happened.

So you know that saying that goes something like, "Did that; got the t-shirt"? Maybe it works in reverse! Maybe I could get the t-shirt first and then the "did that" part would just spontaneously happen. Got the t-shirt; orgasmed on my bike.

The only downfall -- if you could even say there is one -- is that some of these women said they felt embarrassed when it happened. I can imagine if it happened at the gym, among a bunch of muscle-bound weight lifters, it could be embarrassing. Maybe. Like I'd fucking care.

But it's not the same as if it happened to a man, right? That would be so obvious, even I'm embarrassed thinking about it, and I've never gotten a hard-on at the gym. I don't think I've ever seen a man get a hard-on at the gym, and I would notice.

No, I wouldn't be embarrassed at all. I'd just time the "aahh's" to coincide with whatever I was doing. Situps for example. 10 .... mmmm .... 11 .... aah ..... 12 ... ah ah ..... 13 ..... ah ah AH ...... 14 AAAHHH .... 15 ..... mmmmm .....16 ....fuck 16. Even if one of those muscle-heads figured out what was going on, I can't imagine he'd mind, although there could be a rush for the showers.

But on a bicycle, nobody would have to know. Out there on the bike trail, it's often just me and the geese and the people I zip past going 17 mph the other direction. And passing going the same direction? "Coming up on your left!" I'd be yards away before they heard me scream.

So, the bottom line is that I need this t-shirt. And I think Christmas might be too late. I need it now, before cold weather sets in. I need it now while I'm looking at my bike leaned up against the fireplace over there looking all sexy and ready and thinking about taking it to bed with me tonight.

Tell the truth (you can be anonymous here): Have you ever experienced exercise-induced orgasms?


*Same disclaimer as always: I don't get paid for writing about products. It really is all about my Christmas list and cookies.

Dear People of the Bike Path

The one particular segment of the bike path that I ride most frequently is also the segment where I see by far the rudest and most unusual behavior. In fact, I've come to think of it as the Walmart of the bike path and the people on it as the People of the Bike Path.

Sunday nights are the worst time for running into the People of the Bike Path -- and I'm afraid I'm going to mean that literally someday. Last Sunday as I rode along, I realized I writing a letter in my head to the People of the Bike Path I met just that night. It went something like this.

 Dear People of the Bike Path (insert this phrase before each bullet):

•  Blowing up a boat in the middle of the bike path is stupid. Why? Because it's unnecessary. There's an entire fucking field of grass on both sides of the path. You can blow it up there. Or you can do it down by the actual river. The middle of the bike path though? No. And don't yell "hi" to me as I hit my brakes and slowly roll by and then, with your cigarette hanging from your bottom lip, ask your buddy, "What's wrong with her?" when I don't answer. Fuck you and your boat. You belong on the river, not on the bike path.
• That 12-foot penis and balls you drew on the bike path with chalk was neither original nor true to size. You have a small penis or you wouldn't have to draw a large one on the path. Also, next time use darker chalk so I can get a good photo of it for my blog. The pastels colors you used kind of make you look like a sissy.
•  If you and your children walk 7 abreast across the path and I come around a curve going 15 mph, I might run you over like a line of BoBo dolls. I'm not that worried about you. Bo Bo dolls are meant to bounce back up and they're not the smartest toy in the nursery. I'm worried about wrecking my bike and hurting both it and myself. I doubt you could afford to pay for the damages.

 

• Florescent yellow Lycra is not meant to stretch that far. When that shit snaps back, somebody is going to get hurt. You could put an eye out.
• No text message is so important that you have to put your giant backpack in the dead center of the path and then pace in circles around it punching the keys on your phone. You aren't that important in anybody's life. And you're a fucking idiot.
• Put your pitbull on a leash. Dogs like to chase moving objects. I am a moving object. I'm sure there's a corollary there somewhere. You may feel safe with your dog walking 10 feet ahead of you, but I sure as hell don't. I hope your dog rolls on that dead cat that gagged me with its ripe odor just ahead of you.
• Riding with no hands while smoking a big, fat cigar makes you look like an asshole. That smirk on your face leaves no room for argument.
• Your lawn chairs and coolers go on the bank of the river, not on the bike path. I would kick them over as I ride by, but I understand Newton's third law of physics.
• If you are responsible for this

and this,

then I'm glad to share the path with you. In fact, I kinda love you. I don't know how happy other people are about your artwork, but this doesn't seem to be a geographic area where people give a shit about other people.

• Finally, there are a lot of Canada geese along the river and they poop. A lot. I hope you step in it.

Sincerely,

Someone who actually rides a bicycle on the bike path

Cycling 101 (in which we butter our bits)

Here are a few lessons I've learned from my new obsession hobby, cycling, which I wrote about earlier this summer after my virgin ride. In no particular order, I'm passing these lessons along in case any of you are looking into buying a bicycle and hitting the bike trails this summer.

• First, it's called cycling, not bike-riding or biking. Either of the latter could refer to motorcycle-riding, and I am not cool enough to ride a motorcycle. And to be honest, I don't own one, although I do have four black leather jackets. But if I did own a motorcycle, I would have a rumbly, classic, turquoise Harley, and I would sweet-talk some guy named Gary who has a long, gray braid, a beer gut, and leather chaps to ride in the front and drive me around. Let Gary be the bug-catcher. I just want to look good on the back of my hog. That's biking. I cycle.
• A bicycle is still called a bike though. Just roll with it.
• Your bike will probably come with gears. If you don't know how many are on it, to avoid being mocked, just don't talk about it. If someone asks how many you have, look bored and say, "Enough. I've never used them all." Change the subject to something else, like clothing.
• Yes, you will want to invest in some expensive, form-fitting bike shorts so you fit in with the other cyclists. If you're a woman, you will have a nice, padded diaper chamois between your legs to cushion your coochie and mop up some of the sweat. And don't kid yourself, doll. If you ride far and fast enough, you'll sweat there. Make sure you check the color of the chamois if you're ordering online. Believe it or not, some chamois are red. Neither chamois nor merkins should be red for reasons too obvious to mention. If you're a man, simply from a woman's perspective, I'd like you to tuck your junk or....do whatever it is men do with their junk. Please. Bike shorts are awkward enough without you walking around giving everybody an outline of your manly endowments. Also, make sure your bike shirt is long enough to cover the waistband of your shorts. In other words, no gut hanging out between the sausage casing and the bottom of the shirt. There are bad ways to announce you need a woman in your life, and this is one of them.
• You can buy some grease called Chamois BUTT'r to lubricate your bits if the chamois isn't enough to keep you from chafing on your saddle. Lots of people like it, according to the reviews on Amazon. I didn't find it made my bike ride any more comfortable, so I recommend applying it with a partner. You might not ever make it out to the trail, but you'll probably still get a ride. Giddyup!
• A bike seat is called a saddle. The wide, fat ones look more comfortable but they're not. How much space do you have between your legs anyway? You only need to ride on your sit bones. You don't want to bounce around on your butt fat, no matter how many springs your tractor seat has. I hear your confusion, your disbelief. I didn't believe it either, but it's true. We're not talking bed size here. A saddle the size of a Snickers bar is the right size, but do make sure it has an indentation for your bits. To make sure it's right for you, find a cute guy at your local bike store and have him fit you on it. Also see if he can sell you some Chamois BUTT'r and ask how it tastes.
• Even if you slather yourself with sunscreen--and you definitely should--you will get a weird tan a few inches above your knees from your bike shorts. You can either cycle or wear mini skirts; you can't do both. I chose cycling because the last time I let my ass hang out of a mini skirt John Travolta was wearing a white leisure suit and wide lapels. Guys, if you ride your bike in a kilt, you will also get a weird tan....or so I've heard.
• You will also want to buy tight cycling shirts made of space-age fabrics that wick the sweat away from your body and don't flap in the breeze. Ladies, this inevitably causes headlights. Even a sports bra worn underneath your tank won't completely conceal your nipples, although it will give you the dreaded uni-boob so nobody will want to look at your one-eyed monster anyway. Depending on the shirt, sometimes I prefer headlights to uni-boob. That's why I bought a road bike with curved handlebars. Once I'm bent over my bars and riding, my nipples don't show. Problem solved unless I stop and stand up straight.
• For some reason cyclists don't notice each other's rolls of fat. In other circumstances, people neither are nor should be so forgiving. The only time you should dress in clothes this tight and go out in public is when you are cycling. Otherwise, you just look like a large Eastern European sausage...or a ho. (Special fashion note: leggings are not pants. Make no mistake.)
• You can buy special shoes that clip onto special pedals so your feet don't go to sleep on long rides. These shoes make you special. I haven't earned special status yet. And I don't want to fall off my bike because my feet are clipped to my pedals. I'm only allowed to wear mitten clips.
• You won't find many bathrooms along the bike trail, so you should pee before you go and plan to hold it if you're going on a long ride. Unless you're a man. If you're a man you can stop and go in the weeds, where, as usual, you won't have to wait in line. Or, if you're built like a squid you can....use your imagination. No, your chamois only looks and feels like a diaper. Don't even think about it.
• Etiquette requires that you ride single file when you pass a cyclist going the other direction. However, if you have stopped on the trail to talk and another cyclist comes along, you should only move aside after she has slowed down to a crawl. As you move to the side of the path, keep talking, but throw in an insincere "sorry" as the cyclist crawls by you. I don't know the reason for this rule, but enough people seem to do it that it must be written down somewhere.
• Honking at Canada geese as they try to settle on the bike path in the evening sometimes makes them run at you instead of away. Hissing makes them waddle away. There's nothing you can do about the poop, so just pretend it's not there. It's not worth whining about.
• If you have to ride on surface roads (streets to you novices), use hand signals when you're going to turn. It doesn't matter what signals you use. People in cars don't know what they mean anyway.
• Cycling is an addiction, not a sport. Nothing else explains why I go out during 98-degree heat alerts and ride 20 miles with the guys I cycle with. The only thing that explains why they go out with me is....ummmmm.....the bike shorts? Yes, it must be the bike shorts.
• Dairy Queen ice cream is calorie-free if you ride a bicycle there and back. Conversely, cocktails consumed just up the path at Pat's Dildo Club will still get you drunk. The good news is that you're riding on a path. Just follow it and you'll end up where you started. Or close enough.

OK, that's enough for one class. All the time I spent riding a bike when I was a kid did not prepare me for the complicated world of cycling. I've only hit a few important points here, so expect more lessons in the future when I introduce you to Cycling 102.

Did I mention my new bike?

* More on the men I ride with in another post. As I should have expected, not everybody can keep up with me, but a few are willing to die trying. Bless them.