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Bicycles R Us

Some families have lots of cars and a few bikes. We have lots of bikes and one car. Well, technically we have three cars but two of them have decamped for Kent and Cincinnati. In the worst of winter, we have to shuffle the bikes to make room for the car which most of the time resides in the driveway.

We (technically, just I) ride a bike year round — when possible. The other person in this house is more of a fair-weather rider. So when fair weather arrives, we begin the ceremonious “opening of bike season”.

This is a bigger deal than you might think. For starters, we begin pulling them out for inspection. Suddenly, it occurs to both of us that it is entirely possible we have acquired too many bikes so we speculate on what to do. This is where the arguments start. Which to get rid of? Which to keep?

Understand that I am protective of my bikes. So what if I can only ride one at a time and quite honestly, I really only use two of them anymore. But that doesn’t mean I’m ready to pitch them. So…here we go with another list…

Bike number 1: My Suntour recumbent trike. This is a no-brainer. It stays.

Bike number 2: Dad’s 12-speed Concord. It stays because it is now the husband’s. In fact, we finally got it fixed and it’s rideable. The bike guys couldn’t figure out how to fix it because a part wasn’t available. Then a salesman walked in…turns out he knows exactly what to do. A whack to the gear something-or-other and bingo! It’s fine.

Bike number 3: Anne’s old mountain bike, which is in mint condition but is too small. She says it feels like she’s sitting on the ground. Needs a new home. Somehow it just hasn’t found a new owner.

Bike number 4: This is a found object. It’s a faded blue 10-speed of indeterminate origin. This is also the product of my bad habit of finding things. We saw it propped up against a power pole along the road when we trekked the National Quarry trail. It looked sad and forlorn. It also had a set of red mesh LL Bean panniers attached to its rack. Which I wanted. So we took it. Some well-worded cursing accompanied the detachment of the panniers.

Bike number 5: Another of my dad’s bikes. Apparently, he shared my bike disease.  This is a beautiful turquoise road bike, bought after the 12-speed threw him. It’s a hybrid of Concord frame, Sakae parts and some other brand. Next to my Raleigh 5-speed, it has the best seat for bony butts. This is the one I most hate to part with because it makes me feel closer to my dad. Maybe I can convince one of my brothers to take it.

Bike number 6: The tandem. Every time we ride it I’m reminded of Kate Patterson teaching us “Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer true…” Of course, I’m also singing to cover up my terror. The husband — he who knows no fear — is in control. As a back seat rider, I have no control. He literally rides by the seat of his pants. Just watch next time. As we careen around corners, that smile on my face? Look closer. It’s a grimace. Still, I have to thank my brother and SIL for giving it to us. James plopped it on the rack of his Volvo sedan, drove through the mountains of VA and West VA, and delivered it to my front door.

Bike number 7 — My Raleigh 5-speed women’s touring bike. Dad bought it used for my mom about 25 years ago. She rode GOBA on it (in her 60s); the sticker is still on the frame. The seat is the cushiest — better than the new gel seats.

Bike number 8 — This is by far my most valued bike — even more so than my beloved recumbent. It’s the vintage 1938 balloon tire, coaster brake cruiser that my grandparents gave my mom on her 16th birthday. There is nothing like a slowwwww cruise around the neighborhood. Very slow. And no, it is not for sale.

There you have it. Bicycle City. The only person who can match me is my neighbor, Mitch, whose wife once begged me not to tell him about another sad, forlorn bike just waiting to be rescued.

So my garage is crowded? In the long run, I figure I’m way ahead of the game, as far as the environment is concerned.

From tricycle to tricycle, coming full circle

Recumbent travel

New Year's Day 2009

Technically, we own three cars. All three are paid off. Each one has at least 130,000 miles on it. Oddly, each one looks much younger than its age and mileage might suggest — especially considering that for the most part, they have lived their lives outside our garage. Today one lives in Cincinnati, one in Kent, and one in Bluffton.

Open the door of our unattached single car garage and you’ll find the reason that the cars sit outside. Bicycles. A lot of them. Too many of them. They outnumber the members of the family. I’m really not sure how this happened, except for the fact that we’ve inherited most of them.

There’s the tandem, a hand-me-down from my brother and SIL, who discovered that tandems don’t work well in the mountains of Virginia. It made the trip from VA to Ohio on the back of a Volvo sedan, and somehow made it in one piece despite the fact that end to end, it was slightly longer than the width of a car lane. We ride it regularly, but that’s another story…the husband is not the most careful rider.

Next to that is a 12-speed Concord touring bike that belonged to my dad. It had a little gear problem recently and we thought it was headed to bike heaven since the guys at the bike shop discovered the part was no longer available. Lucky for us, a salesman showed the guys how to wrangle the thing back into gear. He gave it a kick and it clicked back into place. Or something like that.

One of my favorites — partly because it was my dad’s and partly because I love the turquoise color — is another Concord, this one a fat-tired mountain bike that he bought after wrecking the 12 speed (above). It spent a few years in Kent, but recently returned to join the bicycle brigade.

Hanging from the wall is the little Huffy mountain bike we bought for daughter number 2 in her tween years. It’s now too small for anyone to ride unless a niece or nephew comes to visit.

Parked toward the rear is a somewhat dilapidated but serviceable 10-speed that we found propped up against a telephone pole near the National quarry. After a week of passing it, we decided the owner no longer wanted it, so we rescued it. Here’s the thing. I really didn’t care about the bike — I wanted the LL Bean mesh bike bags that were attached to it. We gave the bike to our then son-in-law-to-be. It’s moving to Cincinnati soon.

You think that’s it? Wrong. There are more. Three more, to be exact. Two of them were gifts from my mother, who had to give up biking. One, a 40-year-old Raleigh 5-speed, joined my mom touring with GOBA about 20 years ago. It’s my favorite, except I can no longer ride it thanks to the stupid shoulder.

The other, an antique balloon tire one-speed cruiser with pedal brakes, was my mom’s gift from her parents on her 16th birthday. That makes it 72 years old. A friend renovated it a few years ago, so it’s now a sporty navy blue with white stripes. It’s not ridden for speed, but for simple pleasure.

Finally, there’s my recumbent tricycle, now my favorite mode of transportation. Which, if you think about it, indicates that I’ve come full circle. I started on a child’s tricycle. Fifty years later, I’ve gone from a trike to a boy’s bike to a women’s 3-speed to a unicyle to countless 10-speeds and now…I’m back on a trike. And what fun it is. Who needs a new car?