I went with my good caffeinated friend to pick up my road bike from the Freewheel bike shop on Hayes. I love those guys. How can I not? -hearts-
The update this time, was to swap out the freewheel for a larger span of gears for those mean rolling hills to come (as if the hills can get any meaner than they already are here in SF…) Three of us ladies and a few of our peeps have signed up for the upcoming Marin Century in August. We have formed our very own team we like to call “the Back of the Bus”. This upcoming ride will certainly be the furthest distance for all 3 of us. Regardless we will still have a blast, we are pros at that. je jee.
So after heading to pick up the smurfette, I ended up with two bicycles, two legs and one route. A new friend holding onto my hat wanted to help, but I decided to pass this time.
The Muni line is really one block away from the bike shop, and on the other end, three blocks away from mi casa.
Given that I had missed the first bus by about a block, why not take some pictures. It would be the first time that I had seen both of my bikes together outside my house. This mural is beautiful, you can learn more about it from a short and informational recent post from BikeNopa
A French mixte first purchased in SF in the 70’s and an Italian road bought here as well in 2005.
Both steel. Both loved.
ok I love Frenchie more ♥ we all know that.
So now the tricky part was putting both spoiled beauties on the bus. When one is around their bicycles so much, it becomes second nature to know how to hold them, walk them. Hold with your hip without letting it fall. Use the ATM, squeeze through BART and back out without causing a scene or a new pattern of grease on your legs. Lift them up as if they are the latest fiber glass feather-like weight up a long flight of stairs and we have those just as much as we have steep hills around here. I have also seen a number of city parents do this while also putting their kids’ bikes. Super
It’s hard to explain, but if you ride bikes for sometime, years, it just becomes like your 3 arm. Your 3rd leg. Except that now, I wish I had a 4th leg so I could ride them both home.
Taking both bikes on Muni was not a big deal at all. I was only hoping that the bus didn’t already have a any bikes on the rack because I was ready to take over. But had that been was the case – I already had a coffee stop alternative in mind, oh but of course. Both bikes made it home safely, I dropped the smurfette off and went back out again. Let’s ride because the sun is still out. Cheers!