#BikeChickenShit

I'm feeling extremely chicken shit scared about biking in Arkansas these days. Everyone around here is always holding their phone in their hands along with the wheel reading the screen, or speaking on their phone with the actual phone up to their ear in their giant vehicle. It's so distressing.

I wish hand-sets would get outlawed in this state. Hopefully someone is working on that. It breaks my bicycle riding heart to see people texting and driving, which is a very frequent occurrence.

I'm always outside walking. I walk to the Clinton Library the days I work there, and I walk Bonnie-dog on two big walks every day, and I pay attention to who's on their phone and driving and I'm pretty fucking scared. 

Another scary thing to think about when thinking of riding bikes here is that people have much bigger vehicles. So many people drive SUV's and huge trucks with giant tractor tires like this-

It doesn't take a 5,000 pound car to get a 100 pound woman to the mall-  Is an idea that hasn't gotten down here yet.

Arkansas Sights on Bikes

I used to have all these words and thoughts cooking in my head and blogging here was this outlet, like touching my finger to a socket and the words and thoughts would flow out, but that's not the case these days so here are some pretty photos of sights we saw while on a quick school-night bike ride on the 17 mile Arkansas River Trail in North Little Rock and Little Rock.

A lawn-mover-esque aircraft over hay bales.


My spandex bike look. Pink/Black/White 4ever.


I can never capture Matt smiling on camera - he makes a scowl at my camera but I caught him while biking.




I don't feel that great about this outfit. The butt-pad shorts feel DISGUSTING but it's a must for road bike times.


I'm still not on clips yet and I don't care.
Matt used to obsess about getting a bike-storage situation in our apartment but I actually like them parked by the window like decoration. They stay.