Hi, my name is "Pete," and I'm a BIKE-A-HOLIC.
Yesterday, it was a really stressful day at the office. I guess I should have seen it coming. What with the boss in a bad mood (well, that's normal), clients breathing down our necks...about lunchtime I started
getting some really "not too good" thoughts. I mean, they seemed harmless enough, just a little "flash" here and there of me on my bike, riding...then they got worse. Before you know it, I was in a full-blown fantasy about the ride home. I was no good after that. Fried.
I'd look over at "her" (my bike, parked inside), and just,
well, you know. Anyway (sigh), that's how I lost it, and I mean completely. I guess you know what happened after that. So. I'm "Pete," and I'm a BIKE-A-HOLIC...