I like to ride my bicycle
Not only is the title of this pose one of the refrains from one of my most favorite Queen songs, but it’s actually true.
After being beaten up for years on bicycles, I finally have one that has front and rear shocks and is the right sized frame. Where have these things been all my life? I love my bicycle and it does not (literally or figuratively) kick my butt. Sure, it’s lavender with huge nerdy flowers on it, and I can’t really imagine myself bombing down rad trails at skull smashing speeds (I’ve tried, just can’t imagine it) but I’m managing curbs and stairs rather well.
I’m only slightly paranoid when it comes to dealing with street traffic, Stayton isn’t exactly as bike friendly of a city as Portland but there are bike paths and drivers seem to be aware of bicyclists and skaters. It’s not as terrifying as one might think.
There’s something deep down soul fulfilling about throwing a few handfuls of alpaca roving into my bag with a spindle and peddling down to one of the parks for a few moments of spinning. With as hectic as my life has been, I need the quiet and the calm, away from interruptions and paperwork and the telephone.
Spindling in a park sounds blissful. That is if the weather is inclement. I don’t think I’d try it here during August.
Good for you!! So many women buy the cheapest bicycle while their husbands buy the most expensive. And then the guy says, “Keep up!!”
hey that;’s cool. Can we see a pic of your velocipede?