If you hear loud screaming--COME QUICK!!!

Oh, mercy. Where do I begin?

Stan and I both are fully aware of the fact that we both need to lose a considerable amount of weight and to become as fit as we possibly can be at this time in our lives. Back in my younger days, I rode bikes a lot and really had not much of a problem with being overweight. After I grew up, I drove more and rode bikes less causing the food that I ate to stay fastened onto my stomach, hips, derriere, etc.


So this year, we decided that we should all buy new bikes so that we could ride together of an envening, etc. Today, we drove to Garden City, found and bought the bikes that we wanted. We absolutely had a lovely day! The weather was great but the company was even better! On our way home, we decided that before we unloaded the van of groceries, etc., we would pull the new bikes out and head out for wonderful new adventures that laid out in front of us...

My adventure didn't last for very long. As Daddy had promised me many-a-year ago, once you know how to ride a bike, the information of doing so is engraved in your brain for the rest of your lifetime. That's about all that went well for me today.

We live on gravel roads. Lately with all of the snow and rain that God has blessed us with so abundantly, so appear the many potholes. To maintain the roads, the City has brought in sand. As long as the sand is not too deep, bikes do just fine on it.

Well...hitting the deep holes in the road was just HORRIBLE for me to endure! Even worse were the large series of ruts that I found myself in regularly. Ouch! Ouch! OUCH!!! My bike did great! It stayed together. No tires went flying. Only one little portion of my bike proved to be problematic for little old me--the dog-gone seat!!! Oh, mercy me! My rear-end just engulfed the little tiny thing that was between my legs. From the pain that I felt every time I hit a stretch of road with the many bumps, holes, etc., I was convinced that that little black seat would never be seen again. Every time I pedalled the bike, my seat was pushed deeper towards my chest area.

With all of the pain that I was going through, I could not understand why anyone would even come close to wanting to ride a bicycle. I would ride a few feet, stop and let my butt recover just enough for me to re-mount and try to do it all over again. At one point, I got locked into a LLOONNGG and VERY deep truck rut. OH MY GOODNESS, I just know that every neighbor of ours heard me scream out in pain!!! As soon as I managed to dig myself out of it, I stopped pedalling. By this time, the rest of the family came to my rescue. I asked them all how their rear ends were feeling. They all told me that they felt just fine. Stan moved my seat upwards. Pain was still present. He moved it downwards. No difference. I was still in agony. Soon, we knew that there was only one thing that could fix my problem...I need a larger--much larger seat. I am thinking that I should be able to get by with a seat no larger than a tractor seat. Oh, and did I mention that I will need A LOT of cushioning? You'd think that with the overabundance of blubber that I own, there would be no need for any additional softness...WRONG!!!

So if you happen to own a tractor seat that you don't use anymore, could I please borrow it??? If I don't find a much larger and softer seat soon, my bike won't be racking up much mileage this year. But, PLEASE, if you hear someone screaming out in agony, COME OUT. iT JUST MIGHT BE ME!!! lol!!!

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