Bicycles: essential form of transportation within city limits. Any old second hand bike with no working gears is fine. Problems arise when you decide to go on extended trips outside of the city limits, beginning to recall the value of those clackity gears. In any case, at least it’s good exercise. That’s what I was telling myself two days ago biking up Islington to the McMichael Gallery.
I even think my first bike had gears, gears and training wheels. I came late to any form of adventures on wheels, according to some. I was 8 years old. The bike was a shocking pink with little white wheels jutting out to the side. Determined to not look a fool I practiced obsessively and soon enough the safety wheels were thrown into the depths of a closet.
Once I was a practiced professional, which didn’t take long, I made it my project to control my sisters learning experience. I told her where to turn, pushed her up our gravel driveway and said what ‘didn’t work’. The entire time she was contentedly oblivious to my direction. I squinted my eyes and clenched my teeth trying my best not to show frustration. Well I suppose she was only a four year old who couldn’t possibly understand all of my bicycle wisdom in one lesson.
Next was open roads with little traffic and no hands……nothing like city biking.