On Victoria Day earlier this week, Dave, a bunch of my friends and I went to the Toronto Islands to laze around in the (intermittent) sun. BDR and his girlfriend brought bikes, and as soon as I laid eyes on them rolling into the ferry terminal I was overcome with jealousy. The rest of the day was spent repeating “I WISH I WAS RIDING A BIKE” until BDR’s girlfriend—probably tired of me whining about not having a bike—took us on a bike ride, me on BDR’s hybrid and it was loooovely. It was sunny and beautiful and to me, there’s no other feeling in the world like riding a bike on a beautiful day.
I probably missed out on a lot of childhood because I only learned how to ride a bike six years ago, at the age of 24. Dave taught me shortly after we started dating. But I’m so grateful that he taught me/I finally learned. I honestly can’t describe how wonderful it feels when I’m riding a bike, it’s just so deeply gratifying. It fills me with a contentment that makes me feel so blessed to be alive.
Anyway, we went and bought bikes today. We found a dude selling a bunch of bikes on Kijiji in Markham (represent). Downtown hipsters hate going to the suburbs apparently so there were lots to choose from for a decent price. Dave got a brown vintage Raleigh Sprite from the 70s, and mine’s a Raleigh Lenton (maybe?) from the 80s (maybe?). The rear reflector is missing and it rattles a little bit but it’s light and rides alright and was only $130. Now I just need to learn how to make sharp turns without falling off. Oh, and get a helmet.
Nerdy side note: I was so excited about getting a bike today, I told Dave that if I were a Sim, my thought cloud would just be flashing an icon of a blue bike over and over again.
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