I got a bike!

April 21, 2014

Scotty finally pulled the bicycle out of the garage and adjusted the seat for my height.  I had to wait for him to get it out because I'm not allowed to walk in the back yard because of Gizzy.  Although I can take her on walks with the leash, Rose fears that she has the potential to bite me, still a stranger.  She bit Scotty once when he got too close to Rose. Gizzy I guess has a protective spirit that can be unpredictable.
It's a fairly new mountain bike with wide tires and has 24 speeds of which I have not changed because I know these bikes can be temperamental and can skip gears deeming them broken and stuck.  So it is on the highest (hardest) gear where it shall remain.
The seat is very skinny and hard and I'm dreaming about my gel bike seat at home on my bike.  Boy does my butt hurt!

stay left...stay left....stay left

There is a lot of traffic here in front of the house and downtown Tralee, 2 miles away.  I am allowed to ride in the street, on the LEFT.  My simple brain, without thinking, wants to go right.  I wear my bright yellow jacket so drivers can see me but crossing over to the next street or worse yet...the roundabout!
Of which there are many.  These can be confusing to the best of drivers.

Tralee doesn't impress me as a place I would ever want to live.  It's a place where people go to get things but so far the people are unfriendly (to me) and just want to go about their business.  We have to put EVERYTHING away, out of site for fear it will be stollen.  Rose told me about a few instances where she went out back for a few minutes and someone came in to her front yard and took some gardening material she was using.  So of course the bike is locked away, in the garage out of site and can only be gotten out by Scotty.

But I will be leaving here ahead of schedule.  I will tell Rose today that I have found a place better suited for what I came to Ireland for.  I think she is going to be hurt and angry.  We shall see.