Last week, I mentioned in passing that I had joined a bike gang, which is a bit of an exaggeration. I mean, can two people be considered a ‘gang’. We’re more like a dynamic duo on wheels – two each.
It all started early in November when Kayphore was having car trouble. She went out to get in her car, and it just wouldn’t start. While it was in the shop, she decided that she needed an alternative form of transportation. She mentioned to me that she would like to get a particular brand of bike that is sold through a shop nearer to my place than to hers. Since I had also been thinking of acquiring a bike of my own, I accompanied her to the shop. I stood by and eavesdropped as she went through all the details of what she wanted on the bike, and how she was going to use the bike. Her main objective was to have something that would make her seven mile commute and that she could attach everything she would need to it. I watched as she selected the bike, lights, rack, locks, helmet, etc. It really inspired me, and I wanted to get a bike of my very own, too.
But I had just dropped a grand on having every belt in my car replaced. It was one of those things where it was just time. I knew that I couldn’t drop any money on a bike then and there. However, I knew I was going to have to come up with some cash. I was so jealous watching Kayphore get fitted out.
Then, that week, my life got picked up and dropped on it’s head. I found myself confused and adrift and in need of . . . something.
So Kayphore hauled me to the bike shop, and I bit the bullet. I got paid that week, too, so that helped.
HELLO Beautiful!
So, I’ve been riding to and from work every day, about three miles each way. And every chance we get, Kayphore make mundane trips to the pizza parlor or piano bar into excursions. All of life has become an excuse to ride. And while I do enjoy doing it alone, it’s even better with a friend.
Also, who knew being sore day in and day out could feel so wonderful. Plus, if you could see my butt!!!!
It’s kind of funny how you can find something, quite by chance, that can make you so freaking happy. Like, giggling your ass off and bellowing out “Jessie’s Girl” by Rick Springfield kind of happy.
Exactly how does this qualify as a “Crazy Single Girl” story? Because I wouldn’t have done it a year ago, and because it’s something I’m doing for myself and with my friend. Also, it reminds me just how free and independent I am, and why I love that more than anything in all the world now.
Just sayin’.
Peggy Lu Who's Just Sayin' 
I, on the other hand, took the midnight train going aaaaaaanyyyyywhere….
Somewhere in the NIGHT!!!
I love Bike.
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