Every time I pedal up a steep incline, the only thing in my head is Freddy Mercury: I want to ride my bicycle, I want to ride my bike! I can’t make it stop. It’s been this way for a few years now, and the more I ride my bicycle the more I hear Freddy.
Don’t get me wrong, I love Queen. Mr. Mercury was a musical genius. It’s okay that he is hanging out in my head. Once in a while, though, do you think maybe he could sing We Are The Champions? Just once? As an acknowledgement that I’ve paid my dues and had dirt kicked in my face, no bed of roses and yet I’m still here pushing this frickin’ bike up the mountain???
Good luck to my friends taking on the Triple Bypass this weekend — you’re already champions of the world!