The cinetrix is all giddy and filled with an admixture of Anglo-Saxonisms [reserved for motorists] and fleeting love for her fellow man. You see, she took her first proper bike ride of 2004 this morning [think equal parts Kermit and Miss Gulch, complete with the theme music] and is perfectly willing to pretend that the 55-degree weather is a true harbinger of spring and not a snare and delusion. She did not steer into the flock of seagulls in the parking lot, though she still hates the shiftless Canada geese. As she sailed by, she even smiled at the men feigning nonchalance as they wait in their cars for that special someone with whom they could adjourn to the riverbank [behind the Arsenal Mall] for anonymous gay sex. Ah, romance!
Forthwith, my Top Five Bicycling Movies, in alphabetical order:
Breaking Away
Ladri di biciclette
Pee-wee's Big Adventure
Triplets of Belleville
Wizard of Oz
