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Wednesday, June 13, 2007
Dense
It took me while to understand the thrill of biking. I love riding my bike but never relied on it as my primary means of transportation. Until recently.
My 1970's yellow piece of Sears shit Free spirit bike, that is "ok to tool around the mission" has taken me everywhere. And although it's heavy, bulky, uncomfortable and slow, I've come to LOVE the thrill of pushing past the limits of what I thought Free spirit could achieve.
I've begun to think over my routes, finding the wiggle room or the steeper hills, and attempt to bike past people with better bikes. Sometimes I succeed, and when I don't I always blame the bike.
If you have on spandex, I should not beat you. If you have a beat up messenger bag, and a rubber band around your jeans, you're way better prepared than I am, and I should not beat you. And if you're on a brand new bike, I should never beat you.
People that I should beat include: those with baskets, old women, delivery men, tourists on bikes and those who have a free spirit bike.
I can NOT wait to buy a real bike. It's been fun, perfecting my gear change and learning how to use my brakes, I would really love a lightweight, fast bike that I'm not afraid to ride down Haight street. (If you change the gears to fast, the chain falls off, and the brakes are old/broken so I have to walk down hills that are too steep.) |
posted by Tree Trunk Ho Slappa
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