Bicycling is bad for marriage...

  I was hesitant to rent bikes in Budapest. It seems like a huge city and I'm much more comfortable on my own two feet than peddling a bike but I could tell Jimmie really wanted to bike so I agreed and tried to put a smile on my face. It's got benefits for sure, you see so much more biking than walking. It's a nice city with good bike lanes, the trouble is when your riding with Mr.  surfer fitness there's some logistic problems. He transforms into a 15 year old kid, he sails like a graceful bird down the streets , when stairs are in the way that doesn't slow down Mr. Fit he simply flies over them, hills are no problem for Mr. Fitness of the year. He petals up effortlessly like he's got an invisible machine in his sneakers. 

Intersections with cars... No problem when you are fit as a fiddle and fearless as a lion. You just weave in and out of traffic like it's as familiar as brushing your teethe. 

  Now me on the other hand. I'm gluten intolerant and have been snacking on copious amounts of luscious bread which has bloated me like a helium  balloon. I'm sweating like a sumo wrestler, I'm clumsy as a newborn giraffe on a ice skating rink,and fearful as a horse on a windy day. 

  This is a recipe for disaster. The climax was when I was pedaling my life away up a hill and suggested we walk the bikes and mr. Charming surfer fitness ,said " just pedal up you can loose a few pounds that way" 

  In my mind ... I found a big stick which I shoved between the spokes of his wheels. He flew off his jet propelled bike and into the Danube river and floated his rear end back to Santa Cruz. I got off my bike and waddled to the nearest bakery. 

   In the end... I had to admit despite me almost killing and humiliating myself many times I had fun and I didn't kill him. 

  And that's all I have to say about that.