Thursday, March 24, 2005 You know what they say. You always forget.
The last time I rode a bike, I was heading to what is now my workplace for a haircut. It was the haircut before my job and I met cute, so it was the middle of last summer. There were cicadas everywhere.
I rode again tonight, because I had somewhere to be, and the person I was traveling with was biking. The reason so many months have passed between one time and the next is that I forgot how to ride a damn bicycle.
Eventually, you forget anything.
I'm lying, or exaggerating, or something, because I didn't forget-forget. I can still balance, kind of, and I guess I can blame some of my troubles on the bike itself. It's a racing bike that I bought because it was cheap and pink. My old standard mountain bike that I've had since I was eleven is mouldering in somebody's parents' basement in New Jersey, and I couldn't think of a good way to get it down here, so I figured this $20 skinny tire, curly handlebar bike would be fine. I figured I could just take the toe clips off the pedals before I broke my neck, and that I could inflate the tires when I got it home.
Anyway, there was all kinds of mess. The tires have special valves, I didn't have the right tools to get the toe clips off, and I'm lazy as hell, but I got my bike rideable for that first trip to the beauty parlor, and then I got humbled. I got so humbled that I set the bike in the basement and never returned 'til now.
Damned if I didn't die. It was great. I'm still not used to hunching over when I ride, and I did hit an orange construction barrel, and I nearly fell for dumb reasons a couple times, but I made it there and back.
Good job, Spring. posted by Frenz | 3/24/2005 12:30:00 AM
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