Friday, July 20, 2012
When I was 16 years old, I would ride my bike to work everyday, about one mile each way. Nothing major, although I would get honked at sometimes mid-commute. But then, every time I needed to be somewhere at a specific time, say for marching band practice, I would get a flat tire. I replaced the tube, I took it to a bike shop, but still got another flat tire. At the end of that summer, I swore off ever riding a bicycle again.
~Ten years later, and I've done it. I've gotten back on a bicycle for myriad reasons, but mostly because my employer is subsidizing the cost. And now, someone who has not ridden a bicycle in ten years is riding around downtown Seattle. I'd think it was sort of hilarious if I weren't so darn worried the whole time. Maybe someday I'll even figure out how to get on/off the derned bike.