It’s been kind of a scattered few weeks. Lots of miscellany. People coming and going. Different days with different rides. Here is a sampling (although I’m leaving alot of the mundane, like grocery-getting).
The picture above was a box of ‘stuff’ that son Mason forgot, and subsequently decided he wanted shipped to college. So I packed his box, and took along some recycling to drop off, thankful as always to the trusty Xtracycle.
I still get out on the roadbike a few times a week, simply for recreation and to clear my head. I visit with the cows. On the day I took this shot, I had seen a newborn calf being attended to by his mother. I think he had to be only hours old. I was a little concerned about him being left out in the open with a storm brewing – yes, I’m ridiculous. I rode by the farm a few days later and ran into the farmer. When I asked about the calf, he said both calf and mother were shipped off to a different farm – actually just up our road a bit – because he doesn’t typically keep the little ones around his place.
When errands take me into town, I like to utilize the Greenway as much as I can. We’ve started to have the beautiful fall temps, and it’s nice to pick up a sandwich from Gardner’s Market and stop for a lunch break at on of the picnic tables along the Greenway.
Lately, when I’m not on the Xtracycle, I’ve been taking my mountain bike around town and to the YMCA to swim. I used to take the road bike, but got tired of repairing flats from all of the junk that’s on the roads around here. The mountain bike and the Xtracycle have puncture-resistant tires, which makes a big difference. (In my aggravation level, if nothing else).
We’ve hauled some goofy stuff by Xtracycle, and I will include the weedeater in that list. Had to take it in to be repaired (after Mark tried everything he could think of himself), and I know I got a few stares along the way, with the thing sticking out the back. Oh well. Just call me Crazy Bike Lady.
Someday I hope I will live in a place where I’m not looked upon as such an oddity – carrying boxes, weedeaters, small trees, etc. Someplace like Portland, or Seattle, or Amsterdam, or wherever … where people ride bikes and do amazing things on their bikes. And it all seems normal.
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Try getting the stares I get in Memphis. There are benefits to being a bike rider in one of the least bike-friendly states (at least in Memphis & Nashville), like the feeling that I can be someone that makes a difference towards my city becoming bike friendly.
Of course, there can be worse titles than Crazy Bike Lady, you know?
LOL! OK, Crazy Bike Lady it is…
Did I know you were in Memphis? Pls forgive if you told me this before (I’m easily confused). We lived in Collierville for 10 years. I miss it at times. I enjoyed the Memphis area – miss alot of stuff, but yes, sorry to hear it got voted as a bike-unfriendly city. I hope you are able to make a difference there; I’ll be pulling for you! 🙂
Well, I can’t say that you are wrong about Memphis. I live here and can say that my neighbor rides his bike from parkway village to cordova. He does this everyday M-F. He told me that he has to be extremely careful because alot of the drivers are really rude and at times blow their horn at stop lights and 4 way stops.