I love Marlee. But there is one thing I can’t share with him. He’s given me every imaginable excuse as to why he can’t ride a bike.
I’ll make him watch this video. Perhaps it will change his mind. What do you think?
In the middle of the journey of my life, I am--as always--a woman on a bike. Although I do not know where this road will lead, the way is not lost, for I have arrived here. And I am on my bicycle, again.
I am Justine Valinotti.
I love Marlee. But there is one thing I can’t share with him. He’s given me every imaginable excuse as to why he can’t ride a bike.
I’ll make him watch this video. Perhaps it will change his mind. What do you think?
My family never rode together. My father would take an occasional spin around the neighborhood. Because of our difference in ages, my brothers and I rarely did anything together: We had different friends (well, to the extent I had friends) and school and, later, work schedules. And my mother didn’t cycle at all; I’m not sure she ever rode.
What if she did? More to the point, what would a ride with her (or my father) be likeo were my brothers and I growing up today and, well,A few other things were different?
Tomorrow is Labor Day here in the US.
Some people are going to the beach one last time.
Some are cycling there.
Not many, I reckon, are combining those activities.
Beach cruisers aren’t meant to be high-performance bikes. So their designers can be, shall we say, a little whimsical:
I never have had children. If I had, I like to think I would have taken them on bike rides. Somehow, though, I don’t think it would have looked like this:
I know I’ve posted images like this in previous “Sunday Funnies “ posts. Yesterday’s “How Many Bikes” reminded me of it.
Some say we become jaded in midlife. Actually, we are simply not as easily impressed as we once were. While some retreat into quiet resignation, others ask the “rude” questions:
No matter how much money we spend on bikes (or anything related to them), it’s still less than at least one of the alternatives:
You’ve heard of MAMILs: Middle-Aged Men In Lycra.
Although I am in the middle of my life, I can’t be a MAMIL for one reason, and won’t be one (or, for that matter, a MAWIL—it doesn’t have the same ring) for another.
What determines what your ride will be like?
Is it the weather? The kind of bike you ride? Its condition? Or, maybe, what you had for breakfast?
Did you drink tea or coffee? If you did, did you have o e cup too many?
If you ride, or have ridden, a fixed-gear bike with no brakes, this video might remind you of your first, or only, attempt.