My other car has 2 wheels

Since I became a non-smoker last October, I've adorned an additional 20 pounds. I can't seem to motivate myself to take advantage of my existing membership to the local fitness center. I hate the extra poundage, so what to do? hmmmmmmmmmm...

I bought a new bicycle Friday.
Most of you are saying, "So friggin' what! You got a bike. Ohhhh, let's help Dave celebrate!!"

But you don't understand. I got a bike.
I said 13 years ago that I'd NEVER have another bicycle in this city. NEVER!!
That's the last time I rode a bicycle. 1994.

I had just returned to the good ole USofA after drinking and smoking pot living in Amsterdam. Everyone has a bicycle in Amsterdam. There are more bikes than cars.
So when I came back to Houston, I just thought it the thing to do. Get a bike.
My second day, I got stopped by a Houston cop for running a stop sign. He verbally abused me for that plus other infractions (no headlight and pedalling under the influence etc...). It pissed me off so much I got rid of the bike and said I'd never have another one.

Never say never, huh?

Now I'm even trying stunts!





NOT!!