I bought my first bike today. Well, the first bike that I have ever bought for myself. I did, of course, have a Schwinn Stingray with a banana seat, a hand-me-down. Though not with the shifter as shown in this picture. What were the Schwinn people THINKING? "Oh, we can have a cool-looking bike and damage children's gender-specific parts in the process?:
But after my pre-teen years, for some reason, I never got a bike. I was more of the walking type, and I was also very afraid of being crushed by cars.
In my 20s, I was deeply involved in cycling, if by "deeply involved" you mean "fantasizing about giving Andy Hampsten massages after Tour de France stages."
How could I not? Look at the gorgeous skinniness of this man:
AND he didn't take part in doping, apparently - another reason to love him. So talented, so cute...ah, Andy, I haven't forgotten...sigh.
In my 30's, my BF Phil built bikes. He also had a gorgeous, lightweight, handmade-by-a-friend tandem that we tried to ride together:
If you have any hidden issues in your relationship, riding a tandem will flush them right out. Power, control, intimacy, how you feel about sticking your nose in someone's sweaty buttcrack for hours at a time...it ain't pretty, my friends.
The other thing that wasn't pretty was that I apparently have the World's Most Sensitive Lady Parts, and I don't mean sensitive in a good way.
A couple hours of riding would leave me literally sobbing, feeling like the Little Mermaid when she was walking on knives. Except I was sitting on them.
So when I bought a bike, I decided to buy one of these:
It looks a bit dorky to ride, but it feels wonderful. I will be sitting on my well-padded butt, not hanging from my super-sensitive chickular area.
I bought it used from an 80-year-old man - who was selling it because he got a new bike. That is a good sign, isn't it?
I can't wait to get out there and ride it this weekend! Woo hoo.