Last week Maurice Cavalier died; I had AAA tow him back home since I had only gotten a quarter of a mile down the road. Fortunately, I didn't really need a car, since I didn't have to drive anywhere far away and I would be leaving in a few days for a long weekend to Hancock for "Camp TML". No problem, I thought, I'll just do a bit more biking. Oh, except for the darned heat wave we were having. Ack.
So, after riding out to Falmouth to go to the chiropractor, I decided to continue on the Boulevard to do some shopping at Hannaford. As I cruised into the parking lot in the 95-degree heat, I passed a display featuring some kind of race car and several scantily-clad ladies. I waved hello. They were very friendly, an amazing feat considering that standing around on asphalt, in spike heels, in heat and humidity baring miles of skin except for the parts of you that are squished into short-short-shorts and tops made of some extremely unbreathable-looking black material does not sound like fun. I hope they were getting paid a lot.
As I rode over to the bike rack and parked, I thought, geez, maybe next week there will be an xtracycle here displayed with some total babes in bike shorts to grab all of those guys who just need a little more encouragement to get out of the car and on a bike. But wait a second...I already see lots of guys on bikes when I'm riding around, but it would be really fun to see more girls on bikes. How do you get more girls on bikes? Probably not with beauties wearing hot pants...how about a few fit, charming guys lounging around, ready to show ladies how cool biking is? Hmmm. Though it's harder to lounge around against a bike than against a sports car (unless you have excellent balance...) Maybe a chocolate lab puppy in a saddlebag would help? Clearly this needs some more thought.