It took me a while to get around to the idea of a new bike after my last one had been stolen, and while there is great pride to be felt in walking everywhere if you can, there is a little bit of something (I'd say ease?) about getting there quicker on two wheels.
My new vintage (can those words really go next to eachother?) 3 speed cruiser came to me via Craigslist and grew up in the north suburbs with a good family.
Adele, as she is called, has opened up new worlds to me. So far I have learned:
- that cruisers are for cruising - not for velocity (though two wheels are faster than two feet)
- that Green street exists, and it gets you from the North 500s to the South 300s in no time!
- that Karyn's on Green is open and I must go there
- that dashing out to meet friends at a pub is easy when you don't have to deal with parking, sobriety or public transportation
- that buses can't catch me
- that everyone forgives you for what your hair looks like when you're carrying a helmet
- that there is something called retro urban chic and I may have stumbled upon it
- that on a bike, you have neither the safety of a walker nor of an automobile driver, but you have the freedom of both (as long as a cop isn't watching you)
- playing the piano for 28 years doesn't make you coordinated enough to eat an ice cream cone and ride a bike OR text and ride a bike BUT you can go ahead and imagine that five-part fugue in your head as long as you pedal to the beat