Isn’t she lovely?
Lady bloggers of a certain age (and by certain age, I mean late 20′s to early 30′s), always tend to ride a bike. They take adorable pictures of their perfectly styled, almost always European style, bike carrying blooming flowers and baguettes in its wicker basket. The bloggers always manage to ride in a cute skirt and heels. It’s fricking adorable.
When I lived in LA, as much as I admired these bloggers, I knew I wouldn’t ride a bike. Yeah, I rode a bike (a gorgeous hot pink one!) as much as the next person when I was a kid, but riding in central LA means taking your life in your hands. LA is a car city — there are few bike lanes, quiet streets or other safe places to really ride. I know people who ride there, but they’re much more confident in their skills than I am. Plus, my apartment was so ridiculously walkable that I never even would need to ride. I could walk two blocks and be where I needed to be.
Moving to Austin changed my whole bike philosophy. While my apartment here is “walkable” too, it’s more like a mile or two walk to wherever I need to be. Streets are infinitely quieter and wider. Bicyclists are everywhere. It seems almost like a grad student requirement. You’re getting your masters? Get a bike.
So, I folded. And I’m glad I did.
After visiting four bike stores on Thursday, I found Cecilia. She’s a classy, Italian (by way of Taiwan), cream colored, Bianchi Cortina. As soon as I got on her, I knew that she was the perfect mix of an upright, commuter bike and practical, geared bike (unlike the adorable Linus Dutchi I had considered earlier. Siiiigh.)
So, Cecilia and I went on an epic Friday all day date to really get to know each other. And 14 miles later, sunburned and saddle sore, I can say I know her pretty darn well.
We started with breakfast tacos, which is another thing knocked off my 28 New Things list! I’m happy to report that they were ridiculously delicious. I had one egg and chorizo and one egg and potato with salsa. HOW DOES CALIFORNIA NOT HAVE THESE!?!
Well, I ate breakfast tacos. Cee stayed locked up outside, as a good bike should.
Cee took in the views…
and I did too, in my super awesome, not dorky at all helmet.
So, yeah, that was all a really silly way of telling you I have a bike now. It’s good.
Oh, and living in a city where you don’t know that many people comes in handy when you’re taking embarrassing photos of yourself and your bike. Just in case you were wondering.