It’s a bright yellow ’98 Cannondale F700. I bought it on Ebay for $500 after I broke my right collar bone the first time (bike crash). I thought a mountain bike such as this would be a nice incentive for me to find new ways to break bones, once I healed. Only, I never did; I just bounced off a rock one day and went rolling down a cliff instead, which really wasn’t much fun at all. So it hung in my closet for the better part of three years, if not more.
I took it off the rack two weeks ago. Now it’s fitted with Continental Town and Country tires and fenders (well, I’m waiting for the front adapter for the front fender), and it’s way more fun than my car. And my car (see above) is obviously a lot of fun. I need to drive it again, or at least disconnect the battery, so I don’t drain it like last time from disuse.
People complain all the time about not having enough time to work out. Why not go to your local used bike shop or Ebay or whatever, and get yourself a tricked out city bike? You can personalize it with baskets and racks and other doodads, and use it for all sorts of trips and errands.
You can take bikes on the bus, you know. They all have those front racks. You can ride to BART, to the train, or to the ferry. It’s not even that hard. And of course, there are altruistic reasons to do it, like I’m sure it’s nicer to the planet, you’ll save money on gas, and so on.
But the main reason to do it is it’s fun. You see other cyclists on the road, and you wave to them. It’s a way more pleasant social scene than going to, say, bars, which is as competitive and hostile as they come, when you think about it, I mean, if it’s your aim to meet people. You have to look just so, you need the proper mix of cocktails to develop just the right personality, or at least to think you have just the right personality. Out on the bike, all you really need to do is wave and smile at people. Everyone’s too busy trying to stay balanced and avoiding objects than to think about what you look like.