We all know that a real men can wear pink but what about ride a pink bike? This morning I had an internal argument with myself. Faced with the reality of not having a vehicle to drive the one mile to work I had a choice. I could either walk for about fifteen to twenty minutes in the heat of the Carolina morning or I could ride a bike for about three to five minutes. The discussion went like this:
Me: I can’t ride a pink bike to work.
Myself: Why not?
Me: Because I’m a guy.
Me: It would look funny and it has a child carrier on it.
Myself: If you lived in a third world country you wouldn’t care about the color. You’d just be thankful to have a bike.
Me: Good point.
Myself: Besides, you’re confident enough to ride it and not be concerned about what others think.
Me: No I’m not.
Myself: Fine. I dare you!
Me: Dare accepted.