So... yesterday after work, I got on my bicycle and began my trek home. This has been a sometimes trying journey for me due to the uphill nature of said commute. Yesterday was even more problematic. Picture this- Sicily 1945...... OK not so much. Let us try again-
Picture this- Dundas Street, 2012. KZ biking home listening in her iPod (quietly- I am no dum dum) to some LCD Soundsystem - Dance Yrself Clean when I realized a sound that most definitely was not coming from the tunes in my ear buds, rather my "ride".
I popped out one ear bud, and sure enough THIS SOUND was being projected out of my supercycle, varying in tone and severity:
I sheepishly tried to make my way north-- up my usual route of sleepy, one way-ed side streets only realizing that the quieter the road I was on, the LOUDER my bike sounded to those around. So I then tried NOT to pedal (the sound only happens whilest pedaling). That only slowed me down (obviously?) and prolonged my ear-splitting presence!
So I did what anyone would do- MADE IT to Kilgours, parked it and waited for my main squeeze... along with a very deserved bottle of Export to keep me company (hey! I never admitted to being any kind of Beer Connoisseur- I'll pretty much drink it all!).
C arrived, we played some trivia and then (after a few pops) made the final trek 1 km up our street. The bike was making so much noise and C and I just howled the whole way home. Who would have knew that my initial embarrassment could turn into sheer joy - just 3 beers later!!
My poor bike though.
Here she is in all her glory. "Bea Arthur" The bike with the veggie burger bell.
The fact that I have not put a cent into her since I got her back in the spring of 2007 shows that she has been good to me. But it may be time for an upgrade. Of course we will have a look at her and see what the DEAL could be. Perhaps a little greasy-greasy will fix her up real nice... I am hoping at least to get me through the fall.
And then next year- a new bike could be in my future.