Ken and I lived in Colorado Springs, CO before we moved to Eugene, OR, before we moved to Bowen Island, before we moved to Sechelt.
It was in Colorado that I bought a bike. A green, hybrid bike â€” not a totally street or mountain bike, one in-between with medium fat tires, and 21 speeds.
Newly sober, I thought it would be good exercise and loads of fun. But, I donâ€™t really remember riding it all that much before we moved to Oregon. I know it fit in the moving van though, and I had high hopes of riding it in Eugene. The only problem was, we lived out of town about 5 miles and Gimpl Hill was just that â€” a hill. A big hill.
Going up hill was simple enough. If I remember correctly; I didnâ€™t ride it, I just got off the bike and pushed. Going down hill was another story. I was scared shitless riding that bike down hill. I hated it and if memory serves me, I put the bike in the storage shed and held high hopes for when we moved to Bowen Island. I had dreams of riding my bike around the island, to the O, or to the store. Easy peasy.
Butâ€¦ Bowen Island is also one big hill. Again, too steep one way and too scary the other. Forget it, the bike stayed in the shed.
Over the years, I tried an electric bike â€” but that didn’t work out. The electric Scootie was great and most fun, but it was a scooter and not a bicycle.
I commuted to the O for quite a while on the scootie, even had a few races with Marian on the roads it would go on. The scootie did not like up hill either, but man-o-man I could fly down the hills on that thing, and for some reason, I wasnâ€™t scared. But, along with a lot of other things, I sold the scootie as we pared down on stuff for our next move.
One thing I never did get rid of though, was the bike I bought in Colorado. Iâ€™ve hauled that baby around from storage shed to storage shed.
Ken cleaned it up for me, put air in the tires, and today – I went for a ride!
It was so much fun. I neither had to push it up a hill or fear for my life going down one. I took off behind our house and rode out the somewhat flat road toward the Botanical Gardens, all the way to the end and back again. It was a good thirty minute ride and fun, fun, fun!!
My bum is a bit sore, I worked up a sweat, and my teeth may have a few bugs in them from the smile Iâ€™m wearing.
I think after hauling that bike around for close to 30 years, Iâ€™ve finally found a place to ride!