I bought a really awesome bicycle and have ridden it to work a few times. I think when Fall gets here and the weather is cooler, I'll ride it to work more. I was showing up to my office job all overheated and sweating. Most of the ride is easy but that last push up the big hill did me in (and I was walking it up the hill, not riding it).
My bike is so cool and retro. No gears to change (I never got the hang of changing gears), pedal brakes instead of handlebar brakes, handlebars where you can sit up straight instead of leaning over, white sidewall tires, and a big basket in front. It was only $89 at academy sports.
And the coolest part... I bought a knarly bike bell for it. That is such a cheerful sound; I ring it just to hear it!
I've been reading blogs with titles like "babes on bikes"; mostly bike enthusiasts appreciating seeing regular people in regular clothes riding their bikes to work or wherever. Here's one.
I like how this article says "a normal bike culture doesn't have to involve lycra, expensive gear, and fancy bikes." Apparently Coppenhagen Denmark is the bicycling capital of the world with "an advanced network of separated bike lanes." Texas will never be in the running for that title with our 100 degree summers but I sure would like to see it catch on more here the rest of the year.
I wish that walking trail between the railroad and the college (which is entirely unused because no one wants to walk through the creepy woods) was a bike lane instead. That little bit of highway is the only stretch of the ride that makes me nervous. I keep praying the vehicles stay on their own side of the white line. Some get mightly close even when there's a bike rider there. If the walking trail didn't have all the crumbly black chunks for a surface, it would be ideal.
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Update... After posting this, I rode my bike to the convenience store to get some root beers for the kids and me. It was 10 p.m. and that is a very nice time for a bike ride. Riding TO the store was much fun; riding back home was UP. HILL. The guy at the store asked if I needed a sack for the drinks; he said he noticed I had ridden my bike. Then he pointed out his bike parked by the newspaper stand; he had ridden it to work. Awesome!