
May 14, 2008
Bicycles are charming
machines. They are pleasantly simple in construction but have the
potential to be overwhelmingly powerful in conviction. I’ve
always had an affinity toward bike riding. It started as a blissful
pastime shared with my family around the neighborhood on sunshiny
summer afternoons, cruising our hybrids around the north Texas
suburbs where I grew up.
After my 16th
birthday, my attention shifted to cars. I became dependent upon my vehicle almost immediately.
Everything is bigger in Texas, including the distances between
destinations, and the cars trucks and SUV's people use to move around
them. My bike went to college with me, but so did my car and I relied on it a lot, making the 6 hour
round trip drive home on weekends. In retrospect, I became
increasingly disenchanted by highway transportation, controlled by
the power of the right pedal to rush through the endless stretches of
central Texas roadways.
The car and bike both
moved to Boston with me in June 06. Driving was a completely
different experience in the city. At first I felt afraid of the
narrow, pot-holed streets, none of which had any lane lines painted.
I used mass transit a lot, busing from my apartment in Arlington down
to Porter Square then taking the T downtown. I learned that for me,
mass transit is not the best choice for everyday transportation. I
took back to behind the wheel and carpooled with a friend into work
for several months. My commutes where always stressful and I usually
started my workday annoyed. Unfortunately, my bike sat collecting
dust with a flat rear tire from the first and only ride I had
attempted since my move.
In February 07, I was rear-ended driving
home from work. The impact forcefully pushed my vehicle into the car
stopped in front of me. I was uninjured, although shaken, but my car
was not so lucky. The insurance company totaled it in early April
and I was not in a position to purchase a new car. A hiking buddy of
mine offered to lend me a bike of his in order to get around for the summer.
I was hooked
immediately, though it wasn’t always easy. I was introduced to
other cyclists and slowly began learning the ins and outs of city
bike riding, from how to safely negotiate traffic, properly lock my
ride to reduce the chance of it being stolen, to how to go grocery
shopping more often so that I could fit what I needed in my backpack.
Now, two years later, I’m a year-round commuter, riding from
my apartment in Somerville to my job in Woburn.
My bikes are
more than
just transportation though. They are the best way for me to connect
to my world and make me feel conscious and alive. There are
experiences I have while riding that I know I would completely miss
if I were boxed into a car. I get to hear the birds chirping, smell
the bread from the bakery up the street, feel the rain fall onto my
face. I whistle while rolling past cars parked in traffic jams. Every
day, every ride there is something to appreciate. It’s
impacted my life in more ways than I could have imagined. I’m
doing what I can to become more socially conscious and responsible. I
became a vegetarian, learned how to grow my own tomatoes, eggplants
and peppers, and bring canvas bags with me when I shop. I replaced
using Styrofoam cups for a thermos for all those trips to the
coffee shop. I’ve lost over 20lbs since I’ve started
riding full time and feel great inside and out.
And the best part of
bikes is sharing the passion. I’ve motivated my sister, my
boss, and many friends to start riding and plan on continuing to
spread the word. I’ll definitely be in green on last Fridays,
enjoying the cycling camaraderie around our city streets.