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July 24, 2006

Question of the Day

Courtesy of The Daily Meme:

In honor of the Tour de France, what is your longest bike ride?

I should probably start by admitting that I did not successfully learn to ride a bike until I was thirteen years old. Before that, my parents had tried to teach me, and would push me along to get me started, then let me go, but I never learned how to start or stop on my own. Once I ended up in a beach volleyball pit and another time in the emergency room. But by the time I was thirteen, I had developed enough coordination to just get on and go, and I was super-proud to finally be able to do what most children can do with ease. Bike riding is not something I have ever done on a regular basis, and the thought of doing it as a regular form of transportation (which David does) terrifies me. But every now and then I do enjoy a long ride.

My longest bike ride, which I have done twice, is the bike path from Santa Monica to Redondo Beach and back, about forty miles. This was the annual bike-a-thon to raise money for my high school marching band (I played the tuba). We were supposed to ask people to pledge money for each mile we rode. I was too shy to ask for money, but rode anyway, and had a lot of fun with it, but I don't think I have ever been that sore any other time in my life. I was also super-slow. The band director always said that he would go last, to pick up any dead bodies, but one year he passed me!

Posted by eklanche at July 24, 2006 11:36 AM

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