Officially, I know how to ride a bicycle. I learned as a kid and spent some time tooling around my parents’ yard growing up, but I was never really much of a rider. I then proceeded to not ride for many, many years. They say you never forget how to ride a bike…but you can definitely get very rusty. I’ve taken one or two extremely wobbly rides in the past few years, so my bike skills are pretty close to zero. And yet…the warm weather always gets me hankering to hop on a bike.
When there’s a warm breeze, I can’t help but picture myself perched atop a pastel-colored bike, cruising down the road. Maybe some sparkly streamers on the handles blowing in the breeze? A little bell to go “ting ting!” to warn people that I’m coming.
I don’t think I’d ever become a bike commuter or serious rider (I’m way too sweaty and too lazy for that), but my local farmer’s market is just far enough away to be a bit more of a walk than I’d like but close enough that it feels silly driving there when it’s nice out. It’d be nice to take some leisurely rides around the neighborhood.
This gal is obviously having a fabulous time, and looking adorable while doing it!
Of course, I really don’t know anything about bikes, apart from vague fantasies of a white wicker basket filled with flowers. What kind do I really need? What stuff do I really need? How do I protect my brainparts without totally ruining my hair??? I’d love advice from any cycliss who follow me. How does an adult lady learn to stop worrying and love the atomic bomb bicycle?