So I biked 36 kilometers/22 miles today and my legs feel like they’re going to fall off (I’m a wuss). I also received a ridiculous amount of catcalls. Yay…
It was just supposed to be 30 minutes for fun… and then I thought, “Hey! I’m going to go visit so-and-so! I bet I can make it!” He wasn’t even home. But I did manage to make it, so good for me?
Biking my way back home from taking a test today, I stop at a traffic light and a guy a few cars behind me shouts, “You have pretty eyes! They’re so beautiful!” Shake my head because blah and he keeps on shouting, “Why do you get mad?! It’s a good thing!” I still ignore him, but he goes on. “It’s a compliment! Don’t be so pissy!” Light turns green and I ride off, but I can hear him still shouting stuff at me.
I always have trouble explaining why this stuff bothers me, but it has to do with the fact that a guy shouting at a girl from inside his car—or from anywhere, really—rarely sounds like he’s giving a compliment and usually sounds like a complete creep. Urgh.
"¡Vamos las bicis! ¡Cada vez somos más!
(Go bikes! We’re more every day!)"
Shouted at me today by a guy wearing a flowered dress and a purple wig who was playing a guitar at a traffic light (incidentally, the same traffic light where the creep shouted at me).
Critical Mass on Sunday was fucking awesome. We were more than a thousand people and we “took” the highway. Literally, we transformed the autopista (car-way) into a bicipista (bike-way). There were people wearing capes, others dressed as clowns, a guy with a boombox attached to the back of his bike (the first song that played was Misirlou), a guy with a bongo who played almost the whole ride while people rang their bells in tune to his rhythm, even a couple of little kids who biked the whole 3 hours!
Soooohoho, I finally decided to stop playing chicken with Buenos Aires’ buses and taxis and got around to buying myself a helmet. It makes my head look huge and is kind of ridiculous because my bike is a 40-year-old utility bike that’s falling apart, as opposed to a kind of bike that would warrant a freestyle helmet, but mountain bike helmets are so yeech. Please go ahead and laugh.
woke me up this morning. Holy cow, I didn’t know legs could hurt so much. I bent down earlier to feed my cat and I think my neighbors must have heard my “yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh” of pain when I got back up.
I just realized I’ve never posted a picture of my bike on here! So, to remedy this situation, this is Josefina (and me, acting like a bit of a dork). Aren’t we lovely!
