Because of this awful bicycle experience some 15 years ago, i've been hesitant to make the big move of purchasing another. Of course, there's also the helmet issue and the fact that my hair unprovoked is really only decent looking for a couple hours. Toss a helmet into the mix and i'm fucked.
Well, flash forward to present day and i'm the proud owner of a perfect condition Supercycle Commuter - an old department store bicycle from the late 80's that according to Martin at Hoopdriver is "a real classic" (don't quote me on that). I fucking love my bicycle. She's smart, and dependable and a real charmer. She gets me where I wanna go, and quicker than those two flat things at the bottom of my legs. You know those things i'm talking about, lazing just below my ankles. Those spoiled left and right feet that require constant pedicures and new shoes. My bicycle on the other hand, asks for nothing but time with my bum and i'm more than happy to oblige. I guess you might say, it's the perfect relationship.