Freedom on Wheels

As this body struggled to keep its Alpha Male status, it has suffered the slings and arrows of misguided exercising. Thinking that the pain in the knee was a figmant of the imagination, I continued playing tennis until my the other parts of the body could no longer stand the torture and began to shut down.

Seeing that the health care debate was bogging down at the same time my tax deductions dwindled, I made the wise economic choice of forgoing(for now) surgery and changing sports. One of the dementors had allowed me the use of her fine mountain bike and it seemed to have done the trick. Yes, you read right, her bike, but my understanding is that bicycles are adorgenous by their very nature so away I went.

Being tied to a gym had been a disaster and a correlation developed between usable equipment and my diminishing physical abilities. As the dementors continue circle and screech with banshee like glee as they pick apart my choice of female companionship, I have resorted to escaping on this fine chariot. At this age, the ability to bound up the sides of hills while peddling as fast as humanely possible has reinvigorated your author. With more testosorone than should be legally available, I have gone to the hilltop and seen the other side.

So Saxettes, if you are out and about and see me on the side of the road, feel more than free to throw a plastic water bottle or used undergarments my way, either one will be put to good use...

So Sez Sax...