Getting around on my own steam for the past three point five or so years meant walking. I can’t believe I forgot what it’s like to have a faster mode of transportation.
Last weekend, I got a bike, and I’ve finally realized that walking is slow!
It’s used, from a guy named Russ who sells used bikes. He asked me why I picked his bike off of all the Craigslist ads. I said, “Because I have a brother named Russ.” We had a good laugh.
Then I got on my new bike and rode away.
I’ve been riding ever since—all last weekend, and to and from work every day this week. I love it. It’s beautiful. It’s exercise. It’s fresh air. There’s a bike path right along the ocean for almost my entire ride. And I can move so fast!
So fast that I can only take blurry pictures, apparently. Please enjoy the following shots from my rides in the past few days.
What does it matter that the temperature is dipping into the 30s around here? I don’t have to walk anywhere anymore, or rely on other people to bring me places, and to me, that’s amazing! (Just imagine the excited blog entry when I get a car!)
Do you have a bike? Do you wish you did? Have you forgotten the feeling of the wind in your hair as you fly down a hill, or the grinding pump up a steep slope? Please comment below about your experience with bikes.
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