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Girl Seeks Bike

“She who succeeds in gaining the mastery of the bicycle will gain the mastery of life.” – Frances E. Willard

Merry Christmas to me.

My seven-year old face says it all. I thought I had opened all of my presents and then my mom told me to go check the garage. I was was jumping up and down, but my mother made me pose. My left arm gives away the excitement that my little body could not contain. And so began my love affair with the bicycle.

Many years ago, I was in Miami Beach on vacation and I saw a woman, at least 80 years old, on a cruiser. Her long gray hair was flying in the wind. She had the reddest of red lipstick on and big, white plastic sunglasses shielding her eyes. She was wearing a strapless, yellow sundress, bangles on her wrists and flip flops. He skinny, leathery legs were tanned brown and she was spinning them with ease. And she was smiling.”That will be me one day.” I said out loud to myself.

In spite of being new to the sport of cycling, I have always loved the bike. I think I showed the same excitement 15 years ago when I was given a cruiser for my birthday. I jumped up and down. It’s turquoise. It’s beautiful. It’s in a garage in Arizona! I want that bike. I’m not quite sure how or when I’m going to get it, so I have decided to start looking for a used, cheap cruiser that I can ride around town.

Girl Seeks Bike: It doesn’t matter what color it is. A basket would be nice, but if it doesn’t already come equipped with one, that’s okay. I don’t want to put a whole lot of money into it, but if it needs a little work, I can deal with it. I want to ride it to town and feel the wind in my hair. I want to ride in a dress. I want the freedom from gasoline. I want to soak up the sunshine and smell the flowers, or breakfast cooking or backyard bar-be-ques. I want to ride without hands and smile and wave at everyone I pass. I want to ride to the farmer’s market on Saturday and fill my basket with fresh fruit, vegetable and flowers. And I want people to say, “There she goes, that crazy woman on that beat-up old bike wearing red lipstick.”

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  1. Okay, now you have inspired me – yet again – but this time, to get my bicycle out of the garage and back into commission. Great story, and if memory serves, I was around the same age as you when I got my beautiful turquoise banana-seat “stingray” back in the day. My first venture was Jet Park. Wow.

    June 7, 2012
    • Ha! I loved that bike. Remember the old bike “shop” in downtown Antioch? I can’t remember the name of it, but it was actually in the backyard of an old Victorian. The guy had two garages; one where he had the new bikes for sale and the other where he fixed them. I can still remember the smell. Like rubber, mostly, but I loved it.

      June 7, 2012
  2. Julia Rebecca Miron #

    Love it!!

    June 7, 2012

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