You know what I could go for?

I used to go for a ride on my bike a lot. I don't mean motorcycle. I mean the good machine powered by human. Fill that sucker up with cookies and it was good to go all day. I'd ride the same streets everyday. I didn't even think to think I'd mind it. "I'm going for a bike ride, Mom!" I'd shout at the door while I'm leaving. She'd be in another room or not. Either way the door'd be close before she finished saying "Okay, be careful." I'd be gone hours. All over town. Once I wanted to ride out to my girlfriends house which was quite far. My friends were game. I always remember it was 10 miles away but now that I think of it, I don't think it was that far. Maybe 5. I remember thinking that it probably wasn't a good idea since there were no sidewalks for the majority of the way and I didn't have a chance to tell my Mom. We went anyway. It was kind of disappointing once we got there. Sure the ride was trying at times and the surprise visit, of which I'm a big fan, was fun but it felt twisted and awkward while we were there. My friends were oddly quite. We didn't really stay that long that I remember. A couple weeks later that girlfriend broke it off with me and went out with one of my friends who rode out there with me that day. After a while she went out with the other friend too. I still miss my bike rides.