When we left off I was reassuring myself that you never forget how to ride a bike. Unfortunately for me, while I may have remembered how to ride a bike I was currently precariously resting on a cycle. I tried to make the best of it. I swapped out the handlebars for cruiser handlebar. I put a cute white basket on the front. It served me well for the winter months. I rode to the library and to the gym. Come summer, I wanted to go a bit farther. My bike was suffering a crisis of identity. The cycle wanted to know why I did not take care of it and get better wheels and fresh tires. The bike wanted to know why I was urging it up hills when it was meant to coast. After two aborted trips due to flat tires, my husband took me to REI to get a new bike for my birthday. I am not sure what type of bike it is, but it is a bike and I'm happy.
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From Freckle Rock |
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From Freckle Rock |
I love riding it from La Jolla to Mission Beach. I plan to check out the Silver Strand in Coronado soon. Do you know of any good bike paths in San Diego?