I want to ride my bi-cy-cle...
Test run this morn to work and back. Yes, this seems ridiculous, that a 33 year-old has to test run a bike ride...and gets all stressed about it, maps out the trajectory days in advance, adjusts her helmet for about 15 minutes, changes shoes twice (maybe athletic sandals will just whooosh off my feet and I should wear sneakers?), wonders what the best place is for her water bottle, packs her bag twice (I'm not even stopping), and worries that her tires might have an incredibly slow leak and spontaneously combust with her weight (maybe I should not have had those 3 Lindt's yesterday)
I have not ridden a bike in over 4 years. Partly because I got my last bike stolen, partly because I was physically incapable, and partly because I was scared. And even four years ago, I rode it but a few times to work, traumatized when another female biker hollered at me when I was going the wrong way on a one-way, nearly causing a major collision, so the theft was in sort a blessing.
But, today was different. I rode my circa 1980 turquoise Mary-McKinley (oh, its a horribly cheap bike, really, the bike lock is worth more) in the midst of the downtown core like a pro (or almost pro). And now I have a secret smile on my face. I am now one of those. I am a cyclist too, and the city is my bike ride oyster!
And yes, as aptly stated by boyfriend (this great pun, as well as our pms weekend earned him the loss of the Re), a bell is indeed necessary on a bicycle. Tee hee...
I have not ridden a bike in over 4 years. Partly because I got my last bike stolen, partly because I was physically incapable, and partly because I was scared. And even four years ago, I rode it but a few times to work, traumatized when another female biker hollered at me when I was going the wrong way on a one-way, nearly causing a major collision, so the theft was in sort a blessing.
But, today was different. I rode my circa 1980 turquoise Mary-McKinley (oh, its a horribly cheap bike, really, the bike lock is worth more) in the midst of the downtown core like a pro (or almost pro). And now I have a secret smile on my face. I am now one of those. I am a cyclist too, and the city is my bike ride oyster!
And yes, as aptly stated by boyfriend (this great pun, as well as our pms weekend earned him the loss of the Re), a bell is indeed necessary on a bicycle. Tee hee...
posted by isabellenecessary at 11:47 AM
2 Comments:
yeah, awesome. welcome to the world of the cyclists. I had taken a year long break from riding my bike (some dickhead took my way and my collar bone was in pieces), and exactly one year later, I got a new bike and I'm loving it. cool.
yeah, awesome. welcome to the world of the cyclists. I had taken a year long break from riding my bike (some dickhead took my way and my collar bone was in pieces), and exactly one year later, I got a new bike and I'm loving it. cool.
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