I bought this bike about six months before my partner and I decided to have a second child.
It’s the only bike I’ve ever bought new and I quickly fell in love. It’s is a comfort hybrid, which sounds a little un-sexy, I know, like mom jeans. “Comfort hybrid” means that my bike is not designed for speed, which means that the moment I start to feel like a hotshot, pedaling for broke on a busy street downtown, someone on a road bike comes flying past me; it also means that that my bike won’t hold up to a rugged mountain trail. But it’s brown and sturdy and shiny, and it doesn’t tweak my back out. Comfortable, you know, like mom jeans.
I paid about $500 for this bike, and it was supposed to pay for itself in about two years since I rode it to work four days a week. Then I got pregnant. By the time my morning sickness had passed, I had grown a significant baby bump and riding felt like a risk. I reassured myself that I’d get back on the bike within a month after the baby was born.
That didn’t happen.
In fact, I didn’t ride my new bike for nearly two years.
Part of the problem was that, while I was pregnant, the tires lost most of their air and the frame gathered dust, and while I knew it would only take me about twenty minutes to clean, the chore was daunting. I could handle a little cleaning and I could handle a little exercise, but I couldn’t handle cleaning in preparation for exercise.
Probably every dry day after Stump was born I thought “Maybe I’ll take my bike out today.” And then I didn’t.
Instead, I just observed how time passed, and how often I had the thought about riding my bike, and how I still hadn’t done anything about it.
But then, about a month ago, I bought Smoke his first bike and he fell in love.
He rode back and forth on the flat road behind our house and cried out “This is amaaaaaaaaazzzziiiiiiiiiing!” And so finally, one sunny day while Stump napped, I pulled out my bike. I pumped the tires and wiped off the dust and the pollen. It really did take twenty minutes. And I pulled out the bike trailer and cleaned that too so that Stump could ride along behind me. When Stump woke up, we caravanned to the park, cruising up and down gentle slopes, newly free and mobile.
Last week, I bumped it up a notch by running errands on my bike and in doing so, I’ve been reminded of a few of the reasons why I love to ride.
1. The wind in my helmet. I live at the top of a big hill, so riding often begins with the rush of gravity and balance. At the bottom of the hill, I greet Puget Sound and ride alongside it for a stretch. When I’m on my bike, I feel like I’m part of the weather.
2. It’s work. When I ride home, I choose a gentler route, but it’s still a climb. I get to tune in to the rhythms of my breath, to tinker with the balance of gear and thigh muscle. I get to feel powerful, moving from point a to point b, my own body the only source of fuel.
3. The car stays at home. One of my parental pet peeves is the endless hauling in and out of car seats, the endless buckling, the parking, the closing of doors. Of course, our bikes come with their own set of accoutrements and rituals. Smoke now insists on wearing bicycling gloves, which often means he has to find them first. Still, the preparation for a ride feel less oppressive. I’d rather say “Put on your helmet” than “Get in your car seat.”
Oh, and just in case you need a pick-me-up…
Lol… I love that your son inspired you to start riding your very cool bike. And your list above makes me, a non-bike rider, want to try it. Not that I actually will, but I can definitely see the appeal.
I’m sure the extra work of cleaning the bike has been worth it.
By the way, do you have any posts on how you got the names for your kids?
I do, thanks for asking:
Introducing Stump and Smoke
Not their real names–but if my partner Kellie had her way, they would be.
I kind of wondered if they might be pen names to protect the kids. But since your partner doesn’t like the names, it’s great that they can come alive in this way on your blog.
I looked all over JC Penny, but I guess the ‘Mom Jeans’ have sold out. I used to think that was a hilarious parody, and I still do. Except now I think I could get some use out of those pants.
I have an ice blue Motobecane I got when I was 17. Oh, the places we have gone. Your post makes me want to pump those skinny road tires and go! I think there is at least a 33% chance that will happen. Smoke is my other inspiration. Smoke and a bike are a match made in heaven.
You may have some use for the jeans, but how about that applique vest? 😉
Was Smoke wearing Mom Shorts on the day he acquired his bike?
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