My previous post stands as proof that I am no soothsayer (yet?). It’s overwhelming to have so much to say, especially when all the fun keeps piling up in the recent past, just begging to be documented, and I’ve been dealing with having no idea where to start by not starting at all. That’s smart, right? The only way to start writing (again) is to start writing (again), and this time it’s got to be about my recent brilliant decision to become a Bike Person.
Like everything I do, I let the idea sit around for yonks, cruising Craigslist for used bikes, mapping out the commute to work, searching out cute accessories. But the cost of a new bicycle, combined with my fear of it getting stolen, prevented me from taking the plunge. Did you know that most bike locks can be easily popped open with a slice of Velveeta? I’m pretty sure I heard that somewhere.
On top of all this fear and destitution, my workplace sits at the bottom of a looming beast of a hill, and my new commute would involve climbing that thing at the end of every day. That sealed it for me, at least until this beauty showed up in my life:
When I was a kid, my mother had a sweet burgundy Nishiki road bike, and it’s instilled a huge Nishiki bias in me. I’m also fond of bright pink and charming turquoise, so I really couldn’t have turned this impulse buy down and continue life as myself. With the help of the lovely Scott, I bought it and rode it home.
Since then, I’ve taken transit to work exactly once, and I don’t plan on doing it again because the ride is so dreamy. The hill is truly a beast, and I’m not alone in this opinion. But it’s not impossible, and if there’s one thing that I’ve learned this year, it’s that exercise is awesome, and riding to work gives me plenty of that. My entire route is bikeways and parks and calmed traffic. I get home at least twenty minutes earlier than my transit commute could manage, any stress from the work day long dissipated.
My weakness for pretty colours has paid off once again! I can’t remember the last time it did, but I don’t doubt that it’s happened at some point.