There are some things non-cyclists just don’t believe, or understand.
About the former: my neighbor and new riding partner, Lillian, has a friend named Beverly who can’t ride. Her husband—whom I knew slightly before I met Beverly—is a gruff blue-collar Queens guy who reminds me a bit of Frank Barone of “Everybody Loves Raymond.” He’s seen me on a bicycle, and knows I ride, but simply does not believe it’s possible to pedal to Connecticut. Mind you, he doesn’t believe that I, personally, can traverse distances: He simply doesn’t think it can be done.
Well, I rode to Connecticut on Saturday,—after trekking to Point Lookout on Friday and spending Thursday pedaling to Freeport and up to the North Shore. Moreover, I did each ride on different bike:
Dee-Lilah, my prize Mercian Vincitore Special to Connecticut
Negrosa, my vintage Mercian Olympic, to Freeport and the North Shore, and
a bike I’ll mention later to Point Lookout.
Oh, and I took a spin to Bayside on Tosca, my Mercian fixed gear, yesterday morning.
All of that brings me to the second point of this post. I did four rides on four different bikes. Most non-cyclists can’t understand having more than one bike.
