when i was in 6th grade it was decided that i was getting a bicycle for my birthday (which is august 28 in case you want to start hunting now for a kick ass gift for me for next year. i'll be 29.....plus 12).
i remember being very excited because this would be a "real" bike, not the CHILD's bike i'd been riding. because lord knows when you're in 6th grade your an adult for chrissakes.
during that time we lived in nc (for the second time in my dad's army career) in a town that i've since found out is referred to as fayettenam. from what i remember there were not a lot of shopping choices (not that i'm a shopping guru by any means obviously) and it was either sears or kmart.
i WANTED a kick ass 10 speed bike. i'm sure i wanted it to be sparkly blue, a color preference that followed me to high school; i dreamed of some day having a sparkly blue vw bug. neither of the stores had the bike i wanted in stock. i refused to wait for what i actually wanted because i wanted the bike right then. no waiting. impatient much? yes. so, i got a brown, three speed BOY's bike.
it was a bit big for me (i don't know when i stopped growing but when it's all said and done i'm 5'4"). you see where this is going don't you?
my impatient ass had to stand on the curb and swing my leg over the EXTENDED METAL BAR to get on the bike. (why in the HELL is that bar there? even for boys? it's a set up for punishment). and yes, ladies and gentlemen, i injured my va-jay-jay on that damned metal bar on that brown, three speed boy's bike. humph.
***and i have NO idea why that memory came flooding back to me today. my va-jay-jay is fine and i'm sooooo NOT impatient any more. (right!)