Biker Gang

Due to a recent series of jammed toes and balky back incidents, I"d been trying to figure out how to keep burning fat without taking a pounding. Behold the stationary bicycle! Not the kind you have in a spinning class - no, the kind that makes you feel like you're on a low-riding three-wheeler. With a TV affixed to the front and your legs stretched out in front of you as if in a car, it's a veritable living room on wheels. Read a magazine. Catch the Real Housewives of Orange County (kidding). No stress on the joints or digits. What surprised me was that despite the relatively relaxing set up I can still get my heart rate close to 140 beats a minute, the prime fat-burning zone for thirtysomethings. And now Dena's digging it too. Plus there's the usual advantage of stationary equipment that two people can exercise at different speeds and keep a conversation going. I think they call these things "recumbent" bikes. How about "exercycles"? Or simply awesome.