I’ve mentioned in previous posts that I have 5 bikes but really only ride 3 (an old Raleigh and a tandem sit in my basement). My Mundo is my main bike in the summer, the Mule is my main bike in the winter, and the Dahon is my in between bike…meaning I ride it to work most days (it’s easy to store), take it to Toronto with me, and occasionally zip around town on it. And “zip” is a good word because with it’s short wheel base it feels quite zippy. Some days I’ll come home from work and switch from riding my really little bike to my really big bike…talk about contrast in rides. But I digress. Tonight I was out and it was raining. I was only about a mile or so from home and it was all side-streets home, no thoroughfares. It felt good to be out and it felt good to be on that zippy little bike. It was only a slight drizzle in the air–a mist really–and I had a slight wind to my back. I do not have an odometer on this bike but I’m sure my average hovered around 20mph (32km). And I don’t mean to be redundant in my posts…but why in the world would anyone want to drive a car for such a short distance on such a lovely, albeit somewhat damp, summer’s night? Knowing we are on the backside of summer (and in this area of the world that’s a big deal) I’ve been truly appreciating the balmy weather, especially the nights. And not to sound hokey, but the short ride I had tonight felt almost mystical. To use a pretend and sarcastic quote from previous posts on fixies, I was one with my bike…but this time I meant it.
(On a side note, and evident in the photo: I’m glad that the reflector tape actually works.)