Tuesday, July 10, 2012

Bike Club

3 years ago I went to Bolzano, Italy where you could rent a bike for only 1 euro a day! Of course, we decided to try it. I hadn't ridden (is that a word?) a bike in years, and I was nervous I would fail. Of course, the old saying proved true. You never forget how to ride a bike.
We rode through hills, and towns, and meadows. It was one of the greatest days of my life. Ever since then, I have wanted a bike.

I asked for it every year for Christmas. 

"No." My dad didn't even want to think about it. But I never gave up. I wanted a stinking bike!!!

Finally, a couple weeks ago, I told my parents that I was going to get a bike. He finally agreed that I could get it. After checking out a few bike shops, I found the perfect bike.

TADA! In the most un-bike-friendly city in the world I got my first bike. I've only had it for two days, but I feel like I'm in some sort of club. I pass other bikers on the street, and we smile at each other. They probably are smiling at me as a response to my creepy stranger smile, but I like to believe that we are saying:

"Yeah. They say it's dangerous to ride bikes here. But us? We live on the edge. Ride on brotha!!!"