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Ms. AmpuT and I had some fun in the sun yesterday with her very sweet "FK" and perfectly charming father. And all kidding aside, she can ride my tricycle whenever she likes. She certainly looks far more elegant upon it than I do!
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Nah, it's just the scarf ;-)
Posted by: TheAmpuT | April 09, 2008 at 11:18 AM
Yee ha! This is cool.
WCD
Posted by: wheelchairdancer | April 10, 2008 at 01:23 AM
Now if I had a tricycle, it'd have to have a wicker basket on the back into which I could stuff your little dog toooooo. AHAhahahahahah!!!
Hey, we all got role models.
Posted by: Ron Sullivan | April 10, 2008 at 04:02 PM
Let's hear it for spring! And you BOTH look great on the tricycle.
Posted by: laurie | April 10, 2008 at 05:58 PM
AmpuT -- No, it's also the lovely all-black ensemble finished by that classy tall black leather boot. Oh, and there's the fact that you don't have an idiotic expression on your face nor a double-chin threatening to absorb your entire head.
WCD -- Thank you! I was actually quite thrilled to see her pretty much just get on and go. Whee!
Ron -- When I lived in L.A. eight thousand years ago, I rode a bicycle everywhere. Once I rode past a trendy Thai place on Melrose where my young lawyer boss was just arriving with a date. I was wearing a black denim jacket that was kind of flapping about me, and my bike was a lot like this trike, a 3-speed with upright seating and uncomplicated handlebars. So what did my boss do? He started singing the witch's theme from The Wizard of Oz. Really loudly. I almost fell off my bike laughing.
Meanwhile, esteemed correspondent Amorette tells me she takes the cats in the basket of her own trike -- and that they love it.
Laurie -- I generally look like an idiot, but typically fail to care. Ms. AmpuT, however, looked simply smashing, and I have a suspicion she always does. I think she definitely needs a trike of her own so she can spread that elegance around her new(ish) Northern California neighborhood, don't you agree?
Posted by: Sara | April 12, 2008 at 07:34 AM
I sometimes take my cat Elly in the back basket of my tricycle, but she actually prefers to ride along in a totebag slung on my shoulder. I need to get a wicker basket for the front, because I suspect that she'd really love that (the back basket is a rather uncomfortable wire mesh, and not at all like a cozy kitty basket).
CatGirl also likes riding in my back basket, but I rarely let her get away with that...
Posted by: Jana | April 13, 2008 at 06:56 PM
You know, talking of Elly Cat in a totebag reminds me of my dear, departed Furry Lewis (who can be seen in this post). If he had not become terminally ill with intestinal lymphoma, I was going to get him one of those baby slings in which to be carried around. He was that kind of cuddler, couldn't get enough body heat and petting -- unlike Sam who seems to consider being picked up a deliberate assault upon his every sensibility.
Posted by: Sara | April 15, 2008 at 03:14 PM