You may recall that last spring I had a revelation: riding a bicycle was not only something I was still capable of, but it’s actually pretty fun. For a few months, I not only for comfortable with riding a bike again, I started to love it. I cherished and looked forward to the few hours each day that I might be able to ride around town. It was stress relief after a trying day at the office (which is pretty much all of them). It got me out of the house and into the world, even if that simply meant reading my Kindle on a park bench instead of my bed. And after such a tumultuous relationship (and breakup), those were all things that I needed.
Unfortunately, the bike belonged to her, and inevitably she came by to reclaim it, leaving me sadly bike-less.
I’ve spent the better part of a year longing for another bike – a better bike! – to enter my life. I learned one thing very quickly though: bicycles are expensive! And as you’ve no doubt learned from previous posts, finances are always a concern in my life. I’m happy to report, however, that my long search has finally reached a joyous conclusion. I am now officially a bike owner.
My girlfriend and I both actually bought bikes last month, as Public Bikes was having a ridiculously good clearance sale. We picked them up in Oakland last weekend yesterday and have spent most of our time since either riding them or admiring them. We couldn’t have chosen a better time to get bikes either: daylight savings just ended and the weather in Sacramento is about as pleasant as it could be! The exercise I’ll be getting now also couldn’t come at a more needed time; Christmas wasn’t kind to my waistline and my current exercise regimen hasn’t shown signs of repairing the damage yet.
The only thing my bike is missing is a name. I’m very fond of personifying my possessions, whether it’s my car, my bicycle, or even my computer. I haven’t quite figured out what this bike’s name is yet (or even if it’s a he or a she), but I’m sure I’ll come to it after some more quality time together.