How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Love The Bicycle
I never set out to become a professional cyclist.
Six years ago, all I really wanted was something that could get me to school. Gas was $4.65 a gallon, I had no money, and was in dire need of a mode of transportation. So I saved my pennies, dreamed of glory, and bought a bicycle.
Four years ago, I was forced to sell my beloved bicycle to pay for school books. Financial Aid was on hold, due to some stupid bureaucratic reason as always.
When Financial Aid finally come around, the first thing I did was head up to Box Dog Bikes in the city. They were having a Labor Day sale, knocking $300 off any bike over $1500.
I walked away that day with a brand new 10-speed road bike for $1300. It was a lot of money for me, and I received quite a few laughs and jeers for spending so much money on a bicycle.
Over the past four years, I have invested over $3000 into my bicycle, as well as close to 12,000 miles of travel.
My bicycle has been dropped, crashed into walls, struck by two different vehicles, ridden to hell and back, and generally abused beyond anything the warranty ever intended. Despite all of these mishaps, there has never been a day my bicycle has let me down.
Cycling has changed my life for the better. You don’t need to be a hero to ride a bicycle. You don’t need to be in shape to own one. A bicycle will never judge you for the clothes you wear, nor will it ever remind you that you could afford to lose a few pounds.
What a bicycle will do is support you and help you discover how to love yourself.