Golly, well this has been a long time coming. I write this not too easily as my right "naughty finger" is swollen and bruised... ..Story about that later.
Ok so I have been meaning to start a blog for ages, I guess lots of us have, and well, I have no idea what I am doing really, just googled and clicked several things and now I hope for the best. I think nowdays this is our strategy for many things; recepies, job applications, buying stuff, finding a life partner....
Right well let's get down to Buffy. My previous bike, the Cyclops, and I had many an adventure, not always the most plesant ones. But when the Cyclops AND my champagne helmet were booned as I was moving house, I had to search for my new companion. After getting majorly sucked in by a lady on Gumtree who I felt sorry for and paid way too much for a stupid orange mountain bike which I thought could be kinda cool, I had to search again and found her. It was not quite love at first sight, as her hectic road bike handlebars (the ones that curl around) had me a bit nervous, but test riding her around the culde-sac in Fitzroy had me more excited than the first time I ever rode a bike (because the first time I rode a bike I was really pissed off coz my little cousin had learnt to ride a 2-wheeler before me, and when I finally learnt it didn't even feel special. I called him an "Egghead" for that)
Several name ideas came up.....But what is the name for something kick-ass and hot? Only one option, the Vampire Slayer who featured in every teenage dream from 1997-2003. With her sleek red and silver frame, Buffy the bike eats Lara Cycle-Croft for breakfast. Ohhhh yeeeeaaaaahhhhh.
Having had her for only half a week, we have done most of Melbourne, and my love for riding is long, hard and fast as strong as ever....if you know what I mean.
Now to the finger. Ok, so it is pretty risky cycling the city streets of "Most livable 2011", with or without a kickass, hot ride between your legs, so I'm not really having a go here..but I did yell a good "ouch" when someone decided it would be a good idea to open their door and get out at a Spencer st traffic lights. The door hit my middle finger, so not too much harm done (unlike the punk who sent my flying over the Cyclops and their door last year), though well annoyed. I literally was channeling my inner grumpy old man (you know the type waiting at the post office), and instead of showing them my finger, just made a gruff grunt resonating something like "No I'm ok." After having the Cyclops stolen I didn't want to upset the universe by mouthing off at this person anyways.
And so our adventures shall continue, whether I update them on this or not, as I believe I have loads more other categories of smack to womble on about, but for now:
KEEP CALM AND (insert cool new word you see on things in TYPO) ON
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