That bamboo bike I posted about yesterday, and Cex’s song “Ghost Rider,” have made me nostalgic for bicycle riding. Right after I got back from Wyoming, I found a free bike while walking home. But it’s still a bit broken, and I haven’t been able to get it over to Owen’s to get it fixed yet.
I’ve never paid for a bike. I got my first bike when I was 6 or 7, my neighbors Mark and Travis in Dalhart taught me how to ride, and my dad bought me a bike. The next two bikes I had last me for years and years, both of which I won in the annual bike-a-thon contest. After the second of those bikes was stolen year before last, I inherited Jon’s bike. I… lost… that one. And I spent a year without any bike at all. And then I found this ten speed. It seems the universe likes for me to have bikes.