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[dragonlady7]

Survived Epic Bike Ride.
Loved first seventeen miles. (Well, actually, it wasn't much fun for miles 1-6, actually. Scary big roads, headwind, and uphill. Bleargh. Also, that section of Tonawanda smells like New Jersey. [oil storage.])
Hated last two miles. Some asshole hit me with his car door. I called him a motherfucker. He ignored me. Bikes make you invisible: who knew?
Hands and ass hurt, as well as one knee, mysteriously.
I will not be getting back on a bike for at least... a couple days.

Have never deserved an ice cream so much as I did at mile 9. Had one, of course. There is justice in the world.

Comments

[lorelei-sakti.livejournal.com]

I can't even imagine biking for 17 miles. I am so out of shape.
Tonawanda smells really weird. I can't imagine the property values being very high.

[dragonlady7.livejournal.com]

Biking for 17 miles turns out to have not been all that hard. With well-oiled gears, it's not so hard. And Buffalo's almost all flat anyway. I can't bike on hills, but y'all don't have any hills out here, so it's no big deal.

The Town of Tonawanda is actually really huge, and it's got all sorts of neighborhoods in it really. I live in a little corner of Tonawanda where property values are actually pretty high, given how small the lots are. (Right next to Kenmore, which is a village within the town-- Kenmore's smug and overpriced and rather too pleased with itself for my tastes, but actually does have some lovely prewar homes in it, and some actual significant architecture.) It's a lovely neighborhood, and I'm only 10 minutes from downtown, and i can walk to Delaware Park. Large areas of Tonawanda are lovely.
But not North Tonawanda. And not the bit by the expressway. And not the bit by the power plant. Those are parts of Tonawanda that aren't so nice. And yes, those bits smell funny.
Also, is it just me, or is the population of North Tonawanda made up almost entirely of unwed mothers and their children? Holy cow, everywhere you look up there it's women in crop tops and droopy sweatpants that say "flirt" across the ass, pushing strollers.

Oh I have to work with Whipple on Sunday. Tonight we were sitting waiting at the cash office and he was like, "Man I should go home and watch a porno. At least you don't expect the video tape to call you back. Cuz girls never call me back." And I was like, "Dude, I barely know you." He's an odd little bunny, that one.

[lorelei-sakti.livejournal.com]

Ah, well that explains what I've heard about the police in Kenmore being really harsh. I'm only familiar with the City of Tonawanda and the expressway, and the Comix Cafe. Taking the 290 through Tonawanda must run by the powerplant, so that's why I thought it smelled bad. The Comix Cafe is in a good part of Tonawanda.

I've heard girls say bad things about the guys from Tonawanda. Maybe that's why the mothers are unwed..... They should go to another town to find husbands.

"Odd little bunny..." That's cute. But I feel even more sorry for him now. I didn't realize he was doing so badly. He never talked so negatively when I knew him. But some people do talk differently at the workplace. I hope he was just having an off day.

[dragonlady7.livejournal.com]

Oh yes, the Kenmore cops will pull you over for:
* 3 mph over speed limit
* neon around your license plate
* improper window tinting
* being black (this sucked for the quarterback of dave's high school football team. "Guys! Don't you know me by now?" "Oh right, you're the one black kid who has a legitimate reason to be in Kenmore. Sorry, kid!")

Among other things.

North Tonawanda, maybe, with the unwed moms. Tonawanda consists mostly of suburban cul-de-sacs populated by nauseatingly cute couples and, well, old people.

Brian's doing ok, I'm sure, he's just always sort of Eeyore-like about women. He went on a date with one of the other bartenders just so she could give him pointers on his technique. I privately thought that taking pointers from her was probably a bad idea, but then, it probably couldn't hurt.