Meet Eleanor…she’s my “newish” bike.
At first, I didn’t like Eleanor. She wasn’t my ideal bike.
As a kid, I rode a mountain bike. An Allegro Ground Control. We were inseperable. Traversing the North Shore trails, blazing through massive mud puddles down by the train tracks and riding over Lions Gate Bridge to Second Beach Pool. This was all pre-helmet laws and before the safety barrier was installed between the roadway and the sidewalks.
Then it was stolen one night from the house that I was babysitting at.
I was devastated! Mum got me a replacement under our home insurance. A Diamondback Topango, but it wasn’t the same. The new bike and I never bonded so my sister inherited it.
Ten years ago, hubby bought me Eleanor as a gift. We live in a condo with no bike storage available, so she was sadly tucked away into our off-site storage locker.
She’s, what I call, a “lollygag” bike. A lollygag bike is a bike that you take on leisurely rides, not a bike to take on the trails in the local hills, like I used to do. It’s got a “big bum” seat, goofy handlebars and a droopy “crotch bar”. All technical terms, clearly.
Hubby reminded me that we now have kids and “lollygagging” is what we do. Enjoy the moment, take in the scenery and don’t be in a rush. Plus, we also have a bike trailer (that has also been in storage for four years) that we can use for
lazy tired kids, park toys or even picnic gear.
Today, the wee lad and I took Eleanor and the trailer for their inaugural ride.
The set-up took a bit longer than necessary as I needed assemble my front tire, attach the trailer, adjust my seat height and inflate the tires to proper firmness. Once all systems were a go…away we went!
Wobbly at first (I hadn’t ridden an actual bicycle in over 30 years, only stationary exercise bikes), but I composed myself and the swerving along the path stopped. Little dude thought that this was hilarious, but cheered me on with, “You’re doing great Mum!”
Our ride lasted about an hour and we had a blast! I can’t wait to get out again…with or without the kids.