Road Trip

This pic taken not by me from nearby Camelbak Mountain where I have not been has absolutely nothing to do with this post except that it's a far-off view of Tempe where I now live and where I took my first AZ road trip today on the Commuter Bike 2000 (think of it as the non-magic version of the Nimbus 2000... equally cool).

Several things of note happened on my short outing:

- I learned that here I can legally ride on the sidewalk and that I don't have to wear a helmet while riding my bike. Really adds a bit of freedom, excitement, and oh yeah, danger to urban biking. Just what I always wanted!

- A really hot guy at the Sunflower Farmer's Market showed me how I could bungee a crate to the rear rack of my bike for grocery shopping. Yay, hot guy!

- I bought a beer on Sunday (just because I can) (consider this my shout out to my peeps in Georgia who still have to plan their beer trips around a six-day week), and since it IS Sunday I chose the Monty Python Holy Gr-Ail.. I figure this is a beer I can offer the Sisters (they're coming out of the woodworks now-- I met two more today--) and they might not be offended. You know, because it's a holy ale. :) Except it is from the Black Sheep Brewery. And the label does say it's tempered over burning witches. Hmmm. Maybe I should hold off on offering them this beer.

- Twenty-five-year-old Anthony downstairs informed me that he dated a 38-year-old when he was 21, and it worked out great. Aaaaannnd? Don't hint around Anthony, get to the point... (sooooo not my type, mom)


-I met two more sisters, the ones who live "across the concrete" as they put it. (We share a staircase) (Guess Edna lives somewhere else in this complex?) These two girls both called themselves Sister-something also. That whole sister thing is a little distracting. I can't remember any of their names because I get stuck on Sister. I don't hear anything else after that. Although I realized a little too late that they're all wearing official name tags. How convenient. I need a crutch in a situation like this. Maybe I should join in the fun and pull out some of my own homemade "Hello my name is..." stickers... I'm all about helping a sister out! Ha! Maybe they get tired of having to remember everyone else's names.

It turns out they're Mormon. Anthony told me. Kind of wish he hadn't. Takes a little of the fun out of finding out. Now what? Maybe I should start leaving beers anonymously at their door. I asked Anthony what he calls them, and he said he doesn't. He avoids it and says, "Wuzzup?" which is exactly what I plan to do until I can come up with a better strategy.