Well, the bike came in, and predictably, W went out. Don’t expect to see much of her for the next while, but I’m OK with that. After all, if the shoe were on the other foot, I certainly wouldn’t leave my bike sitting in the driveway.
As for my own riding, I won’t be able to take to the streets for at least another month, and even then, I’ll have to be accompanied. The other day, W joked that I’ll need her in order to ride. Guess I’m kinda hoping that by the time I’m road-worthy, she’ll deign to accompany me.
In any case, I think she appreciates the fact that I’m not moaning about her going riding without me. A 180? Perhaps. It’s certainly a 180 in her mind.
This morning, W was exhausted as usual. Without opening her eyes, she asked, “So, what do you want to talk about?” I think she needed her sleep more than I needed conversation, so I just left her alone.
