At 1200 hours Sunday, I acquired a clunker of a bike for $75 off craigslist. It is in surprisingly good condition given the price, so much so that I don’t even need to take it for a tuneup. The main point of this bike is to take the beating that my now-able-but-poorly-refined-skills bike riding gives it, meaning it will have to hang on until I can bike in a straight line, navigate effectively, not get guff from motorists. Alas, I currently lack a bike lock or a bike rack, meaning it will have to stay in my apartment until I acquire such things (meaning dragged to the third floor via relatively manageable stairs).
Even got to practice a little bit, which I wasn’t planning on doing today, but it’s Sunday, so fewer people are around (at least in the first go; second got to evening, so people were returning home in cars, looking at me fall, Flintstone it, and veer with as much relative politeness as I can imagine. The women who I pass I imagine this being the start of a romantic comedy, which helps get past the awkwardness. Much like in my bike lessons for grown-ups class in New York, my instructor helped me loosen my grip on the handlebars by asking “do you have a girlfriend?” No, but I get the point. Grip dealt with accordingly. I’m glad I’m no longer a child.
First time I’m just wearing my helmet, not ideal; hands get a little ripped from lack of gloves, and helmet gets kinda funky from lack of headband. Second time around, have all that, but staying straight seems strangely more difficult. After about 20 minutes of this, I realize I knocked the seat to the right last time out. Adjusting accordingly makes it a lot easier.
The driveways in my apartment complex are perfect for practice except that their kinda hilly; I have 21 gears on my bike, and the system is somewhat tricky, which makes quick decisions while fearing crashing into cars somewhat difficult.
By the end of day 0, I can bike in a straight line downhill without fearing crashing into the side of a car, and braking effectively. I consider this ahead of schedule, and call it a day. Realize it is 8:30 and still light outside. I’m on the western end of a time zone after living on the eastern ends of them most of my life, be it NYC, Boston or Chicago. This is nice.