The bikes in my life
I still remember my bike when I was a kid (in the 50's). It was a hand-me-down 24 inch fat tired blue bike, with foot brakes. My twin sister had a 20 incher. It was special—it was mine! I rode it all around the neighborhood.
In junior high and early high school, it wasn't too cool to ride a bike, but later in high school, someone gave me their used Schwinn 10 speed. Wow! It got me where I needed to go.
In college, I didn't have a bike, but one day I borrowed one and had a blast riding around in a parking lot, doing twists and turns, standing up and just loving the feeling of biking again—the gracefulness of it. After finishing college, I went home to Maryland, got a job, and bought myself a brand new yellow 10 speed Fugi S10S. I loved that bike! My twin sister and I flew our bikes up to Maine and from there, rode to the ferry and then all around Nova Scotia for 2 weeks. We also took a bike trip for 1 week along the Atlantic coast of northern Florida. When I moved to Gainesville, Florida, I took my Fugi of course, and enjoyed riding it all around that town and surrounding rural area. Saw a rattlesnake once, crossing the road! My Fugi was stolen, but the police found it and returned it to me. I didn't learn my lesson about locking it and it was stolen again. So I went out and bought the exact same bike. I still have that bike up in the loft of my garage, but it's outdated, heavy, rusty, etc. On graduation from Graduate School, my sweetheart bought me a blue Gary Fisher Tassahara Mountain bike, which I love for commuting to work and riding on all the dirt roads up here in Vermont. Nice low Granny gear. But, I needed a fast bike too, so I bought a Klein worth $3000, from a friend, for $1200, (probably in 2003 or so) the most I had ever spent on a bike. I'm still riding that one, and think of it as my new fancy bike—until someone says, Hmm, you ride an old bike! I don't really realize it's old. It's meets my needs just fine. I've ridden 3 century rides on it in the last 3 years, and had a lovely 9 day trip around northern Vermont this last summer. My bike is my main vehicle for getting around, other than my feet. I use it to commute to work, go grocery shopping and other errands, and of course for recreation. Why do I love it? I think it's that sense of freedom and grace. I work hard going up hills, and love the sail down. I love being in the fresh air, seeing the sights, noticing the smells, and doing it all with my own power. I'm so glad I discovered the joys of riding when I was young and rediscovered it several times since then. I don't think I'll stop riding anytime soon. My mother still rides at age 88! Did I get my love of riding from her? Or did she get it from me? Doesn't matter. It's just great that it's a way of life for both of us!blog comments powered by Disqus