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.

How We Do Summer Streets

Two Summer Streets Saturdays down - only one to go - and it appears that we just ride downtown, meet-up with my #BikeNYC friends, hang out, take pics then ride off to get something delicious to eat, go home.

Dmitry took the best couple-photo of us. Ooh la la!

See all of his Summer Streets portraits on Flickr.  

We bailed out of the protection of Summer Streets to use the broke-down bike lane on Grand Street going to Doughut Plant.

I got a tip from Sharon's NYC Taught Me blog. She's mostly dealing with children- but I think like a 7 year old girl, so her advice helps me. 


We passed 4 different flavors back and forth to each other like maniacs and shared a Thai iced tea. 

GET READY FOR SOME CRUNKNESS BECAUSE AFTER DOUGHNUTS WE GOT SNO-BALLS! 

I've had Imperial Woodpecker Sno-Balls four times this week. I met the sweet little owner and we swapped southern-accent-love for one another. I did not tell her I've had four sno-balls this week. 

Matt went nuts and got ice cream inside his shave-ice/sno-ball! He had root beer & ice cream flavors with real ice cream tucked inside. Dopeness. 

We felt sick as hell from all the sugar, but we had to get our ill-selves home for an emergency nap and Summer Streets turn back into danger alleys at 1pm so we used the West Side Greenway of Love to get home. 

Next weekend is going to go down a lot like this too. Yaaay SummerTime! 


I suffered so many snowy, wintry bike rides...


Like this 24º commute and this snowy New Year's Eve spin around the city.