One of the things I've learned, in cycling as in life, is that any container you carry will fill up. The question is: with what?
Given that there are far fewer trash receptacles on this city's streets than there were a few years ago, it makes sense that people will make do with whatever they find. Sometimes, though, what they find is a bike with baskets on it.
I very stupidly deleted a photo I was going to post with this. In it, the side-by-side rear baskets that hung off each side of a bicycle's rear rack were completely filled with trash. And I complained about finding a couple of White Castle cartons on the front basket of my LeTour!
And now I also know that New Yorkers aren't the worst offenders when it comes to "trashing" a parked bike. The above photo was taken in Tokyo.
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In addition to White Castle cartons, I've found empty and half-empty beer bottles, boxes from Kotex and religious tracts in my basket. I wonder pamphleteers were targeting me.
What are some things you've found in your bike basket, or on your rack or any other part of your bike, after leaving it parked on the street?
I must say: The question never crossed my mind. But I got the answer to it today. Here it is: What if there had been hipsters during the '80's?
Might they have ridden a "fixie" like the Schwinn in the middle of this photo?
If they had, they might have borne the wrath of all the disdain I heaped upon that decade's young and annoying people: the yuppies.
Now, I've never been a yuppie or a hipster. Couldn't have been either, even if I'd wanted to. But I'll make a confession: Back in those days, I wore a cycling jacket in a pink just like the one on that bike. It was a rather nice jacket, actually.
You know that anyone who ends a sentence with "actually" isn't wearing a jacket in a color like that! Likewise, on the day I learned, in Sociology 101, that my family was "working class," I was no longer part of it. Now, what that's got to do with hipster fixies and yuppies and a jacket I wore twenty years ago, I don't know.
All I know is that if I'm rambling the way I just did after seeing a tacky bike in a shop, I've spent too many hours reading way too many student papers. Some of them were due months ago; I suppose I've been suffused with the "holiday spirit." Plus, I don't want to deny any student whose "sob story" may actually be true. I mean, what if some freshman's grandmother died for the fifth time this year?
If she did, she sure won't be riding that bike in the picture. Me, I wouldn't be caught dead on it. But you probably knew that already.
What have I done this week? Woke, had breakfast, rode bike to work, taught classes, read papers, taught more classes, rode home, read lots more papers, went to bed, woke and started the cycle all over again.
At least I was able to ride to work. Actually, I came to the conclusion that I had to. Not to meet some training goal or to fulfill some egotistical desire; no, I had to ride, even if only to work, to keep even a pretense of sanity. And, it was the only thing that was allowing me to do my work.
You see, last week, I took the train and bus on Thursday. The weather was cold, but not as bitter as it's been the last couple of days. Rather, I thought I could use the transit time to get some work done. But I was so tired that I couldn't focus. Yet, at the same time, I was on edge: Imagine that you can't keep your eyes open but an electrical storm is flashing inside of you. Even if I could have concentrated my energies enough to read a few papers, I couldn't have: Everything was crowded, so I had hardly enough physical, let alone mental, space.
It also seems that my work load at the end of this semester has been particularly onerous. I feel as if I never really caught up--in cycling as well is in my work; forget about my personal life!-- after losing a week to my eye infection.
I apologize for the absence of photos or other images. I just didn't get a chance to take any pictures. I take that back: My mind just hasn't been working in that direction.
But the riding has been good. And I actually was accompanied, at least for the first two miles of my ride home last night, by one of the full-time faculty members at the second college where I teach. She saw me pick up my helmet and one of those, "You ride, too?!," conversations ensued.
She may not be the most experienced rider. But she's a more skilled rider than she realizes. And, she wants to do it. Plus, I have to admit that while she was praising the fact that I seemed "unfazed by the cold" (and you all know how good I am at seeming to be one thing or another, as I spent so much of my life at it, until a few years ago!) and that I was keeping up the kind of pace I was (which, actually, wasn't that great, but I didn't care) , I was noticing how good she looked riding her bike. In my next life, I'd like to look as good as she does when she's riding. Hey, I wouldn't mind it in this life!
Now, here's the one of the other things I do to keep some shred of sanity: writing on this blog. I needed to do this, too: A couple of days away, and I really missed it. Whatever its other merits, if any, this blog and my other let me do some writing that doesn't involve comments like "Society can't think anything" or that dyspeptic prose found in the academic world or the narcotic diction of education papers.
Now I'm becoming narcotic. That's not too strange, though, given what time of year it is
