Journal of a mature, non-Olympic woman in the process of converting to cycling as a method of daily transportation. Dealing with weather and assorted perils; exploring equipment, psychological fortitude, and diet; experiencing our surroundings on a smaller, closer scale; saving gas & boycotting the car industry.
Thursday, October 19, 2006
Bike Rack for the Bikeless
Look at this weird bike rack I found outside Wild Oats at Bridgeport Mall. (Is that what it’s called? In Lake Oswego? That hideous shrine to excess? That assault on the eyes?) This is not a bike rack, it’s a sculpture of a bike rack. Not meant to be used – notice no one is using it – because who’s going to risk annihilation to approach by bike a place like this mall, located at the confluence of a couple of eight lane streets and one or two freeways? Ug. One of the most unbike-friendly destinations in the whole metropolitan area. More complaining to come. I’m in a hurry this morning. But if anyone can see a way to actually use such a bike rack as this, do write in. I really do want to know.
"She's no spring chicken," my mother would disclose mercilessly about women in their thirties trying to impersonate youth. Now, I'm even past the no-spring-chicken age. So don't think you have to be 12 to start riding a bike everywhere. I'm working out all the pesky details for you in case you want to do this yourself. But even if you never do it, you'll still know what it's like because I'm going to shrink you down to the size of a little rubber elf and glue you onto my handlebars. No changing your mind, no matter how much you beg me. So don't even start this unless you're sure you have the guts.
PS: My other bike is a broom.
2 Comments:
Looks more like a quilt rack.
Or a rack for oversized toast!
Nice to see comments again; Iwondered where everyone was.
Jennifer
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