When we traded in the two cars for the new one, I also got a bike which I am using at the ungodly hour of 6:30 am to get up to speed for using to go the three miles or so to work. Heeding Steve's warnings, I bought a bike which I would not mind being stolen from Canadian Tire, the Supercycle 1500 15-speed Men's/Boys MTB, for $109 bucks. It is blue and it goes.
What I had forgotten - in the 12 years since I sold my Peugeot LRC to Bruce for a pittance, bought five years before that from Jack Nauss's on Windsor Street in Halifax after I sold my 74 Super Beetle - is that I love riding a bike. Talk about playing games: images of bombing around on my orange Supercycle one speed banana seat bike in 1973 flood back. Using the sissy bar behind me as a carry-all, raming my baseball glove down on the top, jamming a baseball bat through it. Your lunch box slid down the handle bars where it would clunk one knee as you peddled along. Reverie stops right after the seat flips up unnoticed during a sweat-inducing 2% incline. Hello.