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If there is one thing I wish I'd learned to do as a kid, it would have been to ride a bicycle. But, I didn't. I did try to make up for this lost opportunity as an adult, three times...and wound up in the hospital and on crutches after each effort. My family will no longer support me in any let's-try-to-ride-a-bike adventures, and I have given up all hope of ever cruising down the street on two wheels. I have always had the sneaking suspicion, though, that the reason I had such disastrous experiences was because I was riding the wrong type of bike. With the right type of bicycle, though, I would have discovered the competent, highly co-ordinated inner biker in me. I would have been awesome. And, on Sunday, walking to my car after coffee with Bonnie, I saw the perfect bike:
It sat sunning itself on the sidewalk, coolly confident and utterly perfect. It had all the gears and gizmos to guarantee a smooth and steady ride, and yet it had an old fashioned bell and the best little contraption I'd ever seen to transport a favorite book to read, a writer's notebook to jot down wonderful ideas and stories, and room for TWO Venti Skim Chais. What more could one ask for in a bicycle? On a bike like this, I could:
Pedal around town in style and comfort.
Feel the warmth of the Sunday sun and Fall breeze.
Set off on marvelous adventures around lakes, trails, and beaches.
Make a style statement.
Wave to astonished family members as I sail past - no need to worry, folks, I've got this covered...and how!
With a bike like this...