Saturday, March 30, 2013

The New Purple Bike.


Meet Violet Beauregarde, my new purple ladybike.  Isn't she lovely?  I hope she is much nicer than her fictional counterpart, and that she doesn't have a thing for chewing gum.  I can't wait to take her out for a ride.

The Cherub, the Climber and I (on my old bike) have been riding to school most mornings.  Climber rides on his own, like the big grown-up high-schooler that he is now, and Cherub and I go at Cherub-pace behind him.  It's a 5-kilometre ride for us, and it is a lovely, refreshing and exhilarating way to start the day. Far more pleasant than driving, especially in late summer and early Autumn, when the mornings are crisp but not cold.  I love riding behind Cherub. We don't go very fast, but we can have little chats and he looks very sweet bobbing about, as he pedals, and checks to make sure it's safe when he crosses roads or tramlines, and gives little waves of acknowledgment to car-drivers who are waiting for us to pass.

The more I ride, the less fond I become of The Lycras, those aggressive and righteous cyclists who think wearing neck-to-knee lycra gives them the right to behave like fascists. They're all men, of course, the Mean Lycras, as if you needed me to tell you that. The first day Climber rode to High School on his own, he messed up doing the exit from bike-path to school crossing and was abused by an intolerant Lycra, which is akin to hassling a Learner driver, in my opinion, and you shouldn't do it! One of the things I like about cycling is the feeling of being part of a community, a two-wheeled, zen-like, planet-saving, healthy, gentle community, so when angry Lycras start abusing other cyclists, it feels traitorous as well as unpleasant.  If you're going to be a road-rager, get back in your car, I say.


  1. Favorite color: check. Big basket: check. Big seat: double check. Men wearing lycra should be illegal anyway. Buggers. Enjoy your new ride ~*~Lisa

  2. Oh, that is a gorgeous bike. You lucky woman, you.

  3. Bike! Boo to meanies, whatever their flavour.

  4. If you're going to be a road-rager, get back in your car, I say.

    too right!

    If I rode .. when I ride ( the 5yr old is too painful atm ), I want to be in the zen, not the red zone :/

  5. So lovely! Am very jealous.

    I feel you on the Lycras. One of my favourite regular morning sights is seeing Lycras biking along very seriously, and then being overtaken by this one young woman who rides down my road. She has a bike like yours, but bright pink with flowers on the basket, and always wears sundresses and has her hair down. She rides like she is sitting waiting for someone to pour her tea, and yet she invariably is much faster than the Lyrcas. It is a lovely sight.

  6. lots of Lycras round here, most of them middle aged men in the middle of a mid life crisis trying to regain some youth.
    those pants they wear..... should be law against them unless you're in the Tour de France!


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