Raise your hand if you remember your first time. No, silly. I’m talking about the first time you rode on your very own bicycle. “Down the driveway, over the curb, away from the steady hand of your father, then beyond arm’s reach and, eventually, farther. As far as you want to go.”
From The Noblest Invention.
“A child on a bike is a wish fulfilled and a promise still in the making.” Ibid
With half a million people riding bikes to work each week, bike design is coming full circle. We’re talking fenders. Fenders on the rear tire to protect the backside of your work clothes from puddles and grime. Some are made of durable plastic with a quick release. One model is inflatable. Purists don’t like the added weight but I say screw ‘em. I also advocate kick stands. Screw ‘em, I say.
My coldest ride was a little ten mile jaunt in 32-degree weather around Town Lake in Austin. That’s sissy stuff up here in Minneapolis where the high temps are not expected to climb back up to freezing until sometime in 2010. No thanks. I can wait. Screw macho. Screw it, I say.
But I repeat myself.