Do you remember when I was being a bit of a pathetic sooky bum bum because I couldn’t ride the Melburn Roobaix?
Because I would not lie to you, not unless the lie was to be polite and not hurt someone’s feelings, or because accidentally I forgot your birthday and it was just a lucky coincidence that I called you that day, or because the lie was really really small.
So please believe me when I say that I would really really really like to ride the Roobaix.
And you can help. If you want to. If you feel like it. If you’ve got just a minute of your time to spare to bring someone a little closer to a dream that they had when they were a little girl and all they really wanted was a chance to be the best little black sheep that they could be.
See that, that’s me and my nanna, and that pink bear, well – I used to call it baa baa (like, black sheep, geddit), and I would trail it around behind me on a pull-along wooden bike when I went riding on my tricycle and make her bring me things, like bananas and museli bars and little mini bottles of powerade, and sometimes I would kick her along in front of me, just to cut down the drag and she was a totally super domestique.
So you see, if you had time on your hands and you must because what are you doing reading this totally silly helmet blog otherwise, maybe you could bring me one step closer to my dream.
All you have to do is go to Fyxomatosis and then take a minute of your precious time and get a registered login, after which you will be able to vote for my entry for the Black Sheep place on the ride.I am Black Sheep 4. Easy. You rock!
And it won’t just be me you’ll be making happy because I was hoping to propose to my boyfriend at the end of the ride, like maybe surrounded by a crowd of totally sweaty dudes (and an unprecendented 42 gals) at the Lomond. Not in an overly public way, because he’s not that kind of guy, I just kind of thought I’d slip it in as a casual somewhere towards the end, kind of as a thank you and a dammit no-body, but nobody has ever been so good to me, so good they’d even help me make a stop motion film of myself making handsignals so that I could go on some silly bike ride and I just hope I can be good enough back at you to deserve all the good things that you are.
But if I don’t get to ride the Roobaix, well…
True dinks.
(ps Thanks also to the pop-folk ramblings of one Mr Dan Flynn, otherwise known as Major Chord. For my favouritest song mentioning sheep ever. Just in case you’re wondering when you watch the vimeo thing.)
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