My Other Nickname

I don't bike anymore.

I've given it up, hung my helmet up for retirement. Of course, I did bike that one time in Vancouver while on vacation but it was just to make my husband happy. But I'm over it. Biking is a choice, one I no longer choose to make. And while I am now happily dubbed 'Farina' by the in laws, I was once known as Woodchuck, and sometimes The Gopher. I was not flattered.

But..... it's biking in the countryside! It sounds so serene, right?

Wrong. One day of biking in the country had me making the choice between hitting a tractor trailer head-first or propelling myself down an embankment at a rather large tree. I chose the tree, crawled bleeding into our house, and was rushed to the emergency room to have my braces and bark pulled from my lips.

There have been other 'incidents' but most notably, that one. Sometimes I wonder if the tree still shows where my teeth tore bark away and earned me those wonderful nicknames. So that's my story. Not glamorous but definitely exciting. And, I can blame lapses in memory and my perpetually split lower lip on this experience and not on a fist fight.

So tell me...
Anyone else out there have an odd nickname?
Or hate biking?

It's about that time again! Six months ago I wrote from A-Z, a different letter every day in April (except Sundays). This time around I'm going to write a post every day in October, hence Blogtober. Clever, huh?

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