I've been wanting a bike, mostly because all boys want a bike when they see one, like they do when they see a guitar or a sailboat, but secondarily, because my daughter is learning to ride hers and it just starting to get fast enough that I have difficulty trailing behind her. A tertiary reason would be to engender some pittance of cardio-vascular health in my system. I'm not looking to be A Physical Specimen, I just don't want to die on the toilet, OK?
It was this very situation that brought me to this bike, since I happened upon Bill Kelley, cultural entrepreneur to the local stars, on his bike as I padded around the lakes. he asked where my bike was, and when I responded that I didn;t have one, he led us to his lovely house and gave me his old bike, which is pretty much exactly what I was looking to get in the first place.
Some things I noted on my ride to the coffee shop, the first time I've been on a bike in almost 10 years I think:
- That shit is hard! How do little kids ride bikes all day?
- I had to change the flat tire on it before riding, and it is a hell of a lot easier to do now with 200+ pounds of force and grown-up muscles. I remember it being a two-hour sweaty process in the garage when I was a kid.
- I am thankful I live in a flat place.