It’s been a slow week around here that hasn’t involved any riding. The rain has been coming down steady practically all week, and it’s not supposed to let up until later tonight. The temps would have been great, though, if we hadn’t had all the rain. It was 68 today. Freakin’ January!

I did get a bit of a bike fix this evening by watching a couple reruns of Superbikes!, but that was about it. Hubby came home talking about how he wants to take some new photos of the bike now that it actually looks like a bike again. I said no problem, but I’m not doing what he wants. He’s trying to convince me to put on some sexy lingerie and pose.

Nope. No way. Not gonna happen!

He forgets I’m the type of person who won’t let anybody take pics of me in my undies for any reason. Heck, I hate taking my swimsuit cover up off at the beach. He forgets it’s been half a decade since I had that perfect little teenager body. If he wants a chick to pose on his bike, he’ll have to find someone else to do it, but I’d prefer no one did it.

Hey man I redid my bike so now I need a half naked chick on it.

It’s just too cliché.