THE TOUR DE FRANCE

I took Sunday off, which I rarely do, and had the best adventure ever. Shae and I went to the Long Beach Antiques Fair. This should be on everyone's bucket list. Seriously.

As we exited the 405 our anticipation was growing quickly. I was in the far right lane because our street was coming up and these cyclists were taking up all the room. I was forced to abruptly change lanes. I was so irritated that I said "Those $%8# guys think they are in the Tour De France."

Shae couldn't stop laughing. She had never heard her mother speak that way before and on a Sunday no less. And at 7:00am.

I guess Roderick's need to be in church as much as possible.

THE BIKE CRASH

It was going to happen sooner or later. It had too. I'm a Roderick.

Shae and I were preparing to go on an early morning biking tour down to the beach. I jumped out of bed a bit before she and decided to warm my bones up a little with a quick ride around the block. I pulled back into the driveway and as I was dismounting I lost my balance. The bike went right and I went left. Crashing onto my left shoulder, my face bounced twice and skidded on the cement. I jumped up quickly knowing that all the neighbors had watched my tumbling act.

I went inside and told Shae I wrecked and she started laughing . . . until she saw my bloodied face. We scurried into my bathroom and started first aid. Internal nose bleed, check. Skinned external nose, check. Fat lip, check. Shoulder pain, check. Neosporin, check. Tylenol, check.

Shae says "That was the shortest bike ride ever Mom". "Oh no, no, no" I firmly reply, "We're still riding". Shae looks at me, stunned and quips "Way to get back on the horse, Mom".

So we jumped on our bikes and rode almost 7 miles with a quick stop at Starbucks. I am so tough for a 54 year old woman.

I know I'm going to feel this tomorrow.