I want to ride my bicycle
I want to ride my bike
I want to ride my bicycle
I want to ride it where I like
~Queen, Bicycle Race
My super stealth new bike is AWESOME!
Maybe it isn’t so stealth or super or new, but I do have a bike to peddle around town. Last weekend, we bought this vintage three speed, wicker basket included, through Craigslist and managed to meet a cool couple in the process. We dropped the bike at the bike shop for a tune up and new tubes and picked it up this morning, shiny and new to me.
I am giddy. I want a mountain bike (a basic model like the one my husband sold at our “we’re moving” garage sale) to take on the awesome trails around Spokane, and/or I want a road bike, to compete in at least one more sprint triathlon and to ride the Centennial Trail through Washington and Idaho. For now, my Sears Robuck, 70’s model, brown 3-speed with boss orange and yellow stripes will take me where I need to go.
My first ride was at lunch today. I went at midday mainly because it was 45 degrees (F) at 6 AM when I could have gone instead. No thanks chilly weather, I’ll wait until the day warms. I set out for the library branch that is nine-tenths of a mile from our house. From there, I headed to the grocery store and picked up a couple of things I needed for dinner. Within 31 minutes, I rode 3.6 miles roundtrip and burned 257 calories (thank you Endomondo App). AND I managed to run two errands while getting some exercise. That’s efficient multi-tasking right there my friends.
I would love to tell you that my ride was smooth and the bike is flawless. No. Like me, the bike is aging quickly. I only found two of the three gears and though I was shifting, the gears changed when they were good and ready. No worries, I understand. My spiffy new basket was great empty and performed well with four library books. However, when I added a bag of groceries it started squeaking like a mouse. Eek, eek, eek, eek, eek, the entire mile and a half home.
Spokane roads are rough and rugged. Locals will tell you that all the state money goes to Seattle so our roads get little to no attention. Local legend also claims that studded tires that people use all winter tear up the roads. I don’t know about funding, but studded tires are not the issue. Freeze and thaw yourself time after time and you’d buckle eventually too. The roads in a car feel bumpy. On a bike, let me just inform you that I stood up a good portion of my ride. The bike does sport a very comfy fat ass seat for which I am thankful.
My boys told me that it looked like a Mary Poppins bike. Wrong, Mary Poppins had a carpet bag. My friend asked me “Where’s Toto?” I can only assume she was calling me old spinster Miss Gulch. Hmph! I love my bicycle and really don’t care if I look like Mary Poppins or Miss Gulch or Kermit the Frog or even worse. My boys won’t laugh when I can outride them on their bmx bikes. My gears will kick in eventually.
Bicycling around my local neighborhood has me super excited, if you haven’t noticed. I can’t wait for my next ride.