Pedal Strike

My parents are both typically Japanese…and not.

They’re typically rarely [overtly, at least] proud of their daughters’ accomplishments. But they managed to skip the “parent stupid” phase where everything their children did was endearing and adorable. Maybe our faults were pretty blatant from the beginning. Maybe they didn’t want to be “those parents.” Maybe they just kept their excitement to themselves. Who knows.

And while I inherited most of their stoicism, when it comes to the things I love, I inevitably cave into the stupid.

Because despite the dings all over my top tube, the dirt caked on parts of my bike, and my rear white tire that’s turning into a dark gray from all the brake dust, I still think my bike is hot shit. And despite the fair number of douchebags on high end bicycles, I still love bike people.

Which is why I’ll get up early on Saturday morning – earlier than I get up for work during the week – to go on a quick ride before the rest of life wakes up to start the day. And happily, I wasn’t alone; I ran into my fair share of cyclists, legit and kitted out, riding things much more expensive than the tractorino between my legs.

And I even got my fair share of the cyclist nod. That coveted acknowledgement of belonging in an exclusively special group of cyclists-bordering-on-insanity-because-no-one-should-be-riding-this-early-on-a-weekend-morning. I mean, let’s ignore the fact that it was sometimes coupled with a quizzical look of confusion [“wtf is this girl doing?”]; we’re not going to sweat the details here. The important point being that it happened [right?].

The best part being the pack of roadies I passed on the way home, obviously mid-training ride, and the sunglassed glances pointed in my direction. Baileyworks on my back, fender on my back tire, an earlier version of myself would have blushed in embarrassment. But being bike stupid, I smiled instead, half tempted to blow them a kiss.

Later on in the day, shuffling through pictures taken earlier in the week, I came across one taken of my bike locked up in front of the grocery store. The front wheel turned towards the rack, it looked almost coquettish in the early evening light. I thought it was the cutest thing, ever.

Yeah, I know, I might need treatment for this.

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