I’ve been riding my Rivendell Betty Foy almost exclusively all summer long. She is so light and smooth and fast and happy.
One morning, an SUV slowed next to me and – just as I was giving it the side eye – a woman in the passenger seat called out the window, “I love your bike!” Complimenting my bike is the quickest way to win me over and I called back with a big smile, “Thanks, it’s a Rivendell!” Her response: “I know; I’ve never seen one in real life before.” Viola! my arms motioned and then she was gone.
But not all has been rosy with Betty lately. My fault, not hers!
Last week, I stopped at the grocery store on my way home to pick up a few things. When I returned to the bike rack ten minutes later, I realized that Betty was not locked. She was merely sitting next to the rack with the u-lock in her basket. Yipes! How horrible to think that she could have been swiped so easily. (Please tell me I’m not the only one who has done this!)
The next morning, I set out on Betty only to realize quickly that her front tire was totally flat. This was Betty’s very first flat tire ever, birth date April 2009, and also the first flat on any of my Schwalbe tires. So sad. :-( I do not have a 650B tube and have been too lazy to buy one in the past week, so I have been riding Coco and Oma. But I miss Betty, so I need to get my shit together.
Sometimes bicycling is so easy breezy and sometimes life throws hurdles in the way or you just do dumb stuff. As with life in general, amirite? It all evens out in the end. :-)