Á Misanthrope? Maybe, Sort Of.

 I have had many labels attached to me.  Perhaps this is one:

After all, I have lived with more bikes than humans!

Ya Gotta Start Somewhere

How was your first ride?

High Visibility

Eight years ago, I recalled my comical attempts to sell bicycle safety flags that had been in American Youth Hostels’ storage room for, probably, a decade.

That got me to thinking about how we, as cyclists, can make ourselves more visible to motorists. Perhaps there is no better way than this:

How Long Did It Last?

 Cycling has been one of the few constants in my life.

Admit It!

 Is this just another way to say “I crashed?”

A Shrek On A Trek?

A Shrek on a Trek?

(Do I get an endorsement fee for this??

The Race

 And the winner is….

Bee-cicleta

 Bees do so much for us.

We should make their lives easier—and let them have some fun!

An Un-Bearable Policy?

As I understand, bicycles and eBikes are allowed in certain areas of US National Parks.

I hope this rider isn’t violating the policy! 

It Takes All Kinds

 Five months ago, I moved into a senior apartment complex. (But I’m still in midlife, dammit! I don’t have a complex!😉) 

Some neighbors don’t know my name, but they know I’m “the lady who rides a bike.” A few know about the 105 mile ride I took last week. One thing they don’t know, however, is that it’s not the first “century” I’ve ever done.

Some of my neighbors use walkers or wheelchairs. So I guess it’s not surprising that they look at me with awe or envy, as if I’m an Olympic athlete.  I am sure that others, however, see me this way:

Not In Denial

 I'm still a Midlife Cyclist.

Really, I am!

What You Really Need

 Do you really need clipless pedals--and cleated cycling shoes--after all?

My “Disease”

 I have been diagnosed with allergies to dust and mold, depression (for which I’ve never taken meds) and gender identity disorder (for which I have received treatment.)

Had I been born a decade or two later than I was, I might’ve been diagnosed with a learning or emotional disability:  There were some things I simply could not learn no matter how much I studied or how hard I tried, and I sometimes did things that were deemed “inappropriate”—or didn’t do things I was “supposed to” do—because I couldn’t understand someone or something that made sense to everyone else, or seemed to. 

Here is a “condition” that non-cyclists I know would “diagnose” in me, even if they don’t call it by that name:

The Point Of The Ride

 Some cyclists—especially racers and triathletes—eat to ride. Other cyclists ride to eat.

The same can be said for those who aren’t cyclists but take other kinds of rides.

A Cycling Bond?

 If I had given or received this, would I (and/or someone else) be married today?

Origin Of The Species

 Two years ago, staff writer Jill Lepore’s New Yorker essay, “Bicycles Have Evolved. Have We?” included this:

I Rode This Once

 Believe it or not, I once rode a bike like this one:

Note that I said “once.!”

Enjoy Your Father’s Day Ride!

 Happy Father’s Day!

Enjoy the ride!

They Prefer To Ride With Their Own

 I tried, really tried, to get Caterina, Charlie I, Candice, Charlie II, Max and Marlee to ride with me.  I even promised to get a recumbent bike so they could curl up in my lap as I pedaled. Alas!

Now I understand the problem:  It’s not that they didn’t want to ride with me.  They wanted (and Marlee wants) to ride with, shall we say, their own!

A Little Too Close?

 Call me a prude…but shouldn’t they be on a tandem?