I do love the ride, though... I love the way the tape feels in my hands as I grasp my handlebars. I love the sounds of the gears and the chain, and the pavement under my tires. I love the smell of lubricant, and especially degreaser, (I clean my drive-train in the kitchen just so I can fill my house with the smell of it!) I love the time spent day dreaming while on long rides. I love the interesting people I meet along the way, whether it be at bike shops, trail heads, roadside, or gas stations! I love riding the feeling of reaching the top of a long climb. I love going into drops and screaming down hills so fast that my heart races and my eyes tear up.
|Huge crack in her top tube.|
It happened last Saturday. I had finished my ride for the day... 90-ish minutes or so on the Burke Gilman. I forgot that she was still on the roof rack and I drove into a parking garage. She didn't make it. I can't really describe the devastation I felt, or am still feeling. It has been a tough few days.
|My Girl, the day I bought her, (with her orig. parts.)|
Since my break up, I have jokingly referred to my bike as my "Plus 1." Maybe people think I'm nuts, but she kind of has been for awhile. I think that almost everyone has had their heart broken, and everyone has their own way of getting through it. I had Her, and I miss Her a lot.
|My Girl in Hawaii 9/2011|
Here's to you, my love!