Last Friday I unexpectedly had an afternoon to myself. And not just any afternoon - a stunning, sunny, perfectly temperate afternoon.
I decided to bite the bullet I'd been gumming for the last month or so and go buy a bike.
I already owned a bike, it just happened to be all style...which weighs approximately 50 pounds more than all function. I rode it the last couple of summers, and it's charming to look at, but it was so heavy that I realized I was finding reasons to convince myself onto the bus in order to avoid the sweating panting mess riding this behemoth of a bike turns me into.
This is all simply to note that it's not like I haven't ridden a bike since I was 10 years old.
And yet, as the bike-shop man tried to find a bike that would work for me, you wouldn't have known it. Each new model would be wheeled out for my testing slash approval, and each time I would make an effort to give it a spin around the carpeted showroom...
...well, let's just say that I didn't flip over any handlebars or anything, but "making an effort" is as close as I came to actually RIDING any of these bikes.
I finally just bought the least expensive model in order to stop the hipster-witnessed shame of my biking inferiority.
But I like it, really I do. Lord knows I'm not going to be making any comparisons anytime soon.
-Posted by Jilly
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