I haven't owned a bike for more than 20 years which, given my attempts to be vaguely eco-friendly and vaguely non-obese, is very poor.
I have been wanting to buy one for a while but have been put off by the following hypothetical encounter:
Me: I would like to buy a bike
Shopkeeper: What kind of bike are you looking for?
Me: I don't know
Shopkeeper: Is it for road or off-road use?
Me: I don't know. I will know once I start using it.
Shopkeeper: Mmm'kay, and how much were you planning to spend?
Me: I am not worried about the price - whatever it takes to get the right bike for me.
Shopkeeper: Ah, very good. If you could just drop your trousers and bend over the counter I am sure we can help you.
Thankfully passepartout knows a thing or two about bikes and guided me through the whole terrifying process, and now I and the proud parent of a new bike, which has been christened Omally.
It has wheels and handle bars, 16 valves per spoke, dual overhead cam reflectors, instamatic teflon-coated brakes and is matt black. That is, matt black. I love it for its matty blackness. It is boss.
Now I just need to figure out how to ride the fucking thing.
Comments (3)
LOL. how come one buys a bike without knowing how to ride it? reminds me of the friends episode where phoebe gets a bicycle
Posted by yash | October 2, 2006 12:37 PM
Posted on October 2, 2006 12:37
Hey, if you get good enough, you can make great money driving a rickshaw around the city! Seriously, they're all over Manhattan, NY! Fun stuff, you can work and be thin for the rest of your life!
Posted by Deb | October 3, 2006 11:01 PM
Posted on October 3, 2006 23:01
ooh a bike. congrats. i only learned to ride when i had to go off to a university where bikes outnumbered pedestrians... :P
Posted by suki | October 4, 2006 5:01 PM
Posted on October 4, 2006 17:01