i went on a small trip to visit family in the interior so that meant heading down to the storage locker and retrieving a suitcase. every time i do this i have to juggle around everything that’s in there including my bike. she’s a beauty, a baby blue cruiser with 7 speeds with wide handlebars and a nice wide comfortable saddle. it’s perfect for cruising and feeling the wind in your hair, which i’ve done maybe twice.
i bought it on a whim, in banff probably heady from the beauty of the scenery, which i’ve visited before in my youth. we were on the last leg of a transcanada drive, moving from Toronto to back Vancouver. I thought I needed it. it was on sale after all, and it cost a lot less than my last than my last one, which had been stolen years ago when I lived in Vancouver as the one before that. u-haul had been packed mostly with care, but the odds and sods not in boxes had sort of been chucked in a little haphazardly and had shifted during the journey, so the bike was perched precariously on top of all of it, all shiny and new.
when we moved into our first apartment in our new home in New Westminster that’s where it went as well. at some point a thief had rifled through all the lockers and the self-healing wheels were stolen and my boyfriend’s bike stolen all together. the police made a herculean effort to find those thieves, going so far as to dust my baby blue for prints. we reckoned that my bike wasn’t taken because of its distinctive nature, a small mercy. but it resided mostly in the storage locker, and when i moved it went directly into the new locker. part of me wanted to hang it and display it proudly, but there just wasn’t room for it in my tiny bachelor.
awhile ago I decided i needed to have fenders and a funky carry rack on it. who knows why but somewhere in my head the rationale is that it will make it more ridable in inclement weather and offer a place for me to carry my belongings, and shopping. i don’t know where this thinking came from but there’s a chance that i’ll never ride it again, given the problems with my balance, but there’s a part of me that’s optimistic that some day i’ll ride again. it’s more likely it will make more sense for me to surrender her to a new owner, but right now i am cruising in the morning sun with the wind on my face, the exhilaration energizing me.