Left Bank Bike
When I had a car I wasn’t one of those people who loved their car. And my car was certainly not an extension of my personality. But since I started biking, I’ve been looking for that perfect bike. One that’s like a best friend who completes your thoughts… and has two wheels.
Well, I’ve found that bike.
The bike is classic looking and rides like a Django Reinhardt song. Somehow I find myself dressing in 1920’s inspired outfits (well, more than usual) and speeding around the left bank of Boston daydreaming it is a little more like a certain other left bank:
The bicycle is so lovely it seems to have a bit of a traffic calming effect.
And sometimes that creates a bit of a problem for an artist. Like when my bike kept me company at my recent open studio.
But, still, I wouldn’t be all that sad if more people fell in love with bikes.
Boats on the river brings back memories of sailing on the MIT boats (can’t take your bike on those boats though). Thanks!
In Paris, where all handlebars are level with the saddle, and most have baskets to carry wine, cheese and flowers. No one walks or rides alone there. The Velib bike-share is a wonderful way to see the city.
I’m looking for the same type of bike, one that lifts my spirits just by looking at her, one that will have me pining for rides along the waterfront, where I’ll need to tote a book and picnic lunch. I think many of us are looking for the same dream bike. Thanks for expressing that thought so nicely. Glad your bike is perfect for you.
Well done, well done! Friday’s are always better when your latest post arrives. Thank you!
I’m sure that somewhere Gigi is happy for you and your bike together…