"At 2 a.m. on a broken down bicycle named Freddy"
So, as I wrote in the below column, I’d taken off for the French border from where I was studying abroad in Freiburg, Germany, 20 kilometers distant.
At 2 a.m. on a broken down bicycle named Freddy.
I remember just how cold it was starting out. Cold and dark – I spent around 8 kilometers riding through a deep, dark wooded area there on the outskirts of Germany’s Black Forest. It was like the part in some fairy tale where someone gets eaten by a wolf. And that someone would be me.
And the bike’s generator-powered light flickered. And when the bike stopped, it did too.
But after forever I reached the first small town. Navigation was pretty easy – just follow the signs from one small town to the next.
And I remember as I rode out of one town up into the vineyards, as I pedaled out of the woods alone the night sky opened above me, dripping with stars from one horizon to the other, from the lights of Freiburg in the east, laid out beneath the spire of the town cathedral, across the hills and valleys of the Black Forest – to France.
At 2 a.m. on a broken down bicycle named Freddy.
I remember just how cold it was starting out. Cold and dark – I spent around 8 kilometers riding through a deep, dark wooded area there on the outskirts of Germany’s Black Forest. It was like the part in some fairy tale where someone gets eaten by a wolf. And that someone would be me.
And the bike’s generator-powered light flickered. And when the bike stopped, it did too.
But after forever I reached the first small town. Navigation was pretty easy – just follow the signs from one small town to the next.
And I remember as I rode out of one town up into the vineyards, as I pedaled out of the woods alone the night sky opened above me, dripping with stars from one horizon to the other, from the lights of Freiburg in the east, laid out beneath the spire of the town cathedral, across the hills and valleys of the Black Forest – to France.
posted by John Derrick | 8:44 AM
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My Love Of BicyclesI have owned many different bicycles in my life. I decided in my early twenties that I could live just fine with just a few bicycles and without a car. I have different bicycles for different uses.I live in Houston and use the Houston streets for my transportation. I regularly use one of my light duty mountain bicycles for grocery shopping. The light duty mountain bicycles are not as tough as my mountain bicycles. Light duty mountain bikes are also referred to as trail bikes.I would never take a trail bike off-road. I have a really tough mountain bike with a full suspension system for taking camping. I try to get out and really ride on my mountain bicycle at least once per month. I usually know at least one person that is going cycling every weekend. It is easy to hitch a ride with them.Some of the most expensive bicycles are recumbent. I bought one for myself and I love it. It allows me to sit in a reclined position and pedal with my feet forward. My recumbent bicycle seat feels like a lounge chair. My model is one of the faster ones and I love it.I had a boyfriend once that was also interested in bicycles. We rode together everywhere and he talked me into buying a tandem bicycle. That was a huge mistake. We just could not work together on that bicycle and it amplified the problems in our relationship that were just below the surface. We broke up about two months after the purchase of that tandem bike.I was on one of my bicycles just getting some exercise last week and I rode past a retirement community and saw something amazing. I thought I was up on all of the available bicycles, but I had never seen an adult tricycle before. They were amazing. I stopped and chatted with one of the women riders and she told me that she hadnt been able to ride bicycles in about twenty years. She needed the stability that the adult tricycle had to offer and felt like she had new freedom.My nephew has recently become interested in bicycles. He wants a BMX bicycle for his birthday. He asked me for it because, as the most enthusiastic bicycle rider he knows, I am most likely to indulge his desire. I think that I am going to try to talk him into a free style bike instead. If I cant talk him into a free style bike, I may end up buying both bicycles for him. I want him to love cycling as much as I do.To learn more about everything bicycles vist my site at: BrensMartUSA Bicycles Have a geat day and stay healthy!Brenda Sue
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