well... mom and dad started me on this little trike before I could walk terribly well, and I loved it- I could go SO much faster than when I was walking... after that we (my sis and I) always had bikes that fit us reasonably well... her with pink and streamers, mine black with threatening mudguards.![]()
My last bike was a *heavy* blue 26"er... no idea the frame size, but Huffy... I rode with Mom on her Schwinn around town, but it always tired me out so much (and I'm sure my undiagnosed exercise-induced asthma didn't help)![]()
Back then, a mile was walkable, but why walk that far if you could drive? It was a mile to downtown, but "only the trouble kids" hung out there... and it was "dangerous".So I didn't leave much.
...until I got my car at 18 and my (now ex) dh and I drove to Eugene.
He'd always been on his 'bent, and said "You need a bike. It's the only way to go in Eugene" So like a nice little co-dependant I said "Okay" having never biked in a city so large, and got this Huffy that was (honestly) a poop magnet. Ride it ANYWHERE on the sidewalk or MUT and it had dog leavings SOMEWHERE on it. Got old real fast- esp the weight, size, and geometry ($8 goodwill bike) so after being a good girl, I got my first 'real' bike...
Miss Cakes (B*tch Cakes is her full name, but she's more the respectable lady now)
...Miss Cakes taught me that I was perfect the way I was... and the chains of my co-dependancy were slowly broken...
Cars come and go (with nasty insurance dealings, etc)... but bikes are forever.



Reply With Quote

