02:23 May 15, 2009
I forgot to add: I don't chain down the bike, it's that very safe around here. Once I took it to the nearest subway, chained it down and travelled to New Jersey to bury and aunt. She had died, I should add. I came back four days and three nights later, I went to unlock the bike -- no lock. The bicycle, all its accessories, the stuff on the carrier, even the chain was there -- they stole the lock.
I think it paints a pretty sorry picture of how unwanted my bicycle must be. But I love her dearly, now more than ever, exactly for her being an ugly little sweet bicycle.
To console her, I painted her all white this year, lubed her up, and put on a brand new chain-guard. (An invention of mine, to keep my pants from getting greasy.) I sawed off the ends of the steering bar, and put in a roller in each end. I got the rollers out from the legs of an old rolling chair. My hands cup them perfectly, and my arthritic thums can now somehow stand the pain when I ride, as it's so much lessened. I put in a carrier on the back -- I found a paper-shredder in someone's garbage downtown, and I took out the wire-mash cylinder, and rigged it up above the rear wheel. Oh, the best -- it's a children's bike. I'm 5'4", and reg'lar bikes have always been too big for me. I needed to stretch across the whole damn thing, and now this little baby is exactly my size. I have a looooong seat-post, I raised the steering bar, and bob's my uncle. The only other addition was the gear. The bike was too easy to pedal, I couldn't work up a speed. So I special-ordered a six-gear for the rear wheel, and the smallest gearplate has only 11 teeth in it, or spokes or whatever they're called. I can go now up to 30 km an hour (18 Miles an hour) without looking like a road-runner on the cartoons. I can't say "without looking like Fred Flintstone on the cartoons", because, very sadly, that's the TV star that I resemble the most.
For the technically-minded, the bicycle has 20-inch wheels.
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02:29 May 15, 2009