The cool thing I can do.

I can now do the coolest thing I have ever been able to do. I can ride my bike with out holding onto the handle bars. The actual doing of this cool thing is simple, the instructions are below, but making it cool is much more difficult.

First How To Ride A Bike Without Holding Onto the Handlebars:

1.) Peddle more quickly then is comfortable.
2.) Let go of the handlebars.
3.) Continue peddling more quickly then is comfortable without holding onto the handlebars until you think you are going to swerve into traffic, or fall of your bike.

See, it's simple enough. But you can't do this just anywhere. I would, and will, advise you not to do this going downhill, uphill, over a bridge, or through a busy intersection. To be safe don't try to go "hands free" around moving cars, parked cars, buses (moving or stopped), or pedestrians, especially if they are walking one or more dogs.

Don't ever practice this tricky move around other bicyclists. Unless you want one of two horrible things to happen. In scenario one, they will be overcome by uncontrollable jealousy and admiration, leading them to take advantage of your inability to steer out of harms way. They will attack you. Or they will be able to do "hands free" better than you and will throw rocks at you as they peddle away more quickly then you had ever imagined was comfortable or possible. They might even wave their hands in the air as they turn left at a busy intersection. Bikers are jerks.

So where can you show off your new skill? Anywhere flat and isolated. Saskatchewan, maybe.

Now, to do this in a cool way I suggest you don't smile, whistle, or point out to pedestrians that you are moving faster then them, but still have full use of your hands. Try not draw attention to yourself in anyway. That applies to everything actually, never attract attention to yourself. Unless you are telling people the ways that you are like the cast of West Side Story. They are incredibly cool, with the singin' and the dancin' and the romancin', despite the imminent threat of knife fights.

Thirty days has September.

I just found out that there is no September 31st. I've been dating things incorrectly all day. But I'm not about to stop now. I'm confused about calendars (and clocks, maps, the buttons on toasters, and the way there is no cheese on vegan pizza), but I'm no quitter. Unless it's something that I've done for a really long time, at least ten years. Then it's time to quit. I've only been writing the wrong date for eighteen hours.