A few months ago my brother took me biking in Calistoga. We pedaled through local neighborhoods and a vineyard while belting out showtunes without a care without a person in sight. A picture of happiness. ... In high school, my family rented bikes for a day and biked around Stanley Park in Vancouver, Canada. It was quite the adventure when our path was cutoff by a festival and we found ourselves wheeling and carrying our tandems through a busy shopping area of the metropolitan town. Upon return from the trip I begged my parents for a bike and received one for my birthday. We lived on an intimidating steep hill. ... One morning I came downstairs for breakfast and asked my stepdad if the craigslist inquirers purchased any of the furniture and other posted items my parents planned to sell in preparation for their long move. He fiddled with his response in his head. Cautiously, he chose to responded in a jovial manner. They didn't purchase what we had intended to sell, but my bike was sold for $20. ... I have since spent many years without a bike in my life.
Guess what has finally arrived today?
I'll give you a haiku clue...
ring ring goes my bell
to fro the farmers market
pedal fast and brake
A BIKE!!!!
(the picture is a bike I saw in Taiwan, not mine)
New additions to my shopping list: bike basket and bell. :)
Oh happy happy.
I have high hopes for a new exercise routine incorporating my bicycle (hopefully this one will not involve injuries). Seeking biking buddies. I am very slow, but we all have to start somewhere, right? Have you seen this article? Click.
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