A Little Bike Ride

Pack

My old bike. I bought it for sixty bucks at a pawn shop over fifteen years ago.

I’m finally feeling back to my normal mediocre self and Texas is having its handful of decent weather days so I’d like to get some bike riding in. It’s tough during the week because I’m so tired when I get home from work that, even though I might have a few minutes of sunlight, all I can think of is to fall into bed and decompress, even if I don’t fall completely asleep.

Well, in this modern age, you have to try and do double duty in everything. There is no time left – it feels as if it has all been used up. Not only do you have to be doing something all the time, you have to be doing two things if you don’t want to fall further behind. In that spirit, we were out of milk. So I decided to ride my bicycle to the Target Superstore and buy a gallon plus a few other sundries that we were in need of.

That’s doing double duty. Shopping and exercise. It isn’t very far – about a mile, plus no real traffic – I can ride the new trail down to the park and then cut over on a little-used feeder road. Then across the back mall parking lot. Our neighborhood strip of big boxes sits where a big ‘ol traditional mall used to squat. For years it was declining, used more as a foul-weather walking route for elderly folks than as a place to fleece excited shoppers. At any rate, they bulldozed it, leaving the anchor tenants on the end and filling in with a row of familiar warehouse-style establishments. The food court was replaced by a line of fast-food slinging eateries strung along the main road like a string of pearls before swing.

But behind this capitalist extravaganza the huge old mall back parking lot remains empty and immense, used only to give motorcycle lessons on weekend mornings – two-wheeled newbies slowly winding between long groupings of red plastic cones. Today, though, it was deserted except for some guy out in the middle changing his oil, an occasional truck coming in to pull and replace a smelly dumpster, and one pair of isolated cars – probably teenagers hooking up. It’s easy for me to cross this vast desert of asphalt – the only thing to look out for are a few drainage grates with long, wheel grabbing slots, always facing the wrong way – parallel to the direction I’m riding.

There is nothing as stupid looking and pitiful as an old fat man riding a bicycle. I feel so idiotic and silly, but I have had a lifetime of experience ignoring my ridiculousness, so I pedal on.

I had a surprisingly difficult time getting there. It’s a bit of an uphill slog coming up from the creek and then, crossing the lot, I ran into a strong headwind. Off to the west was a black roll of approaching storm cloud and the humid south wind was spinning into the complex, feeding the tempest. Still, I caught my breath, downshifted a cog, and kept on going.

Locking my bike and backpack to a steel bench out in front (the nice thing about having a fifteen year old piece of crap bike is that I don’t need the highest security lock) I went in to get my gallon of milk and other stuff. I noticed that once I stopped pedaling and started walking around the cool store, my shirt became spotted in sweat. I looked extra stupid amongst other, car borne shoppers. The Next time, wear a dark t-shirt – mental note.

So I stuffed my gallon of milk into the backpack (it fit easier than I expected) and headed home. I guess I underestimated the wind, because I was able to get almost all the way back without even turning a pedal – propelled by the brisk breeze at my back.

Buoyed by my success, I made a list of close in destinations I could ride my bike to. Along this route, there is the big box variety/grocery store, two hardware stores, a couple of Pho places, tons of fast food, an office supply store, and a haircut place. The other way is the big Vietnamese shopping center – and I can get there without leaving the trail. If I want to go a little farther, I can cut through an industrial area and get to the DART rail station, library, and a whole complex of diverse ethic eateries.

Jeez – if the weather was nicer for more of the year I could get rid of the car.

I’m still pretty stupid looking, though.

11 responses to “A Little Bike Ride

  1. Hey Bill, nice to read your biking adventure. I love biking. Mountain and road. Check out my biking tags for some stories, and my Youtube channel for a mountain bike ride I did last winter. I liked your effort to manage time. And yes, it takes a lot to find the time. I am presently struggling with maintaining my blog, and working 2 jobs. Seven days a week. I stay up late most nights until 3 am. I have to decide whether to go to bed early, or to get up early and workout, or stay of late and do art. Tough decision. For the past year, I have been concentrating on art and the blog. Now I am feeling the pain of no consistent workouts. So I am slowly getting the gym, walks and biking into the mix. Last year, I did do some major events such as Caving, Zip-lining and some hard rides, Not enough. So Bill, do all you can, little by little and it will add up.

  2. Good post, Bill. I know what you mean when you say that “There is nothing as stupid looking and pitiful as an old fat man riding a bicycle” as I have my own girth challenges. I find when I worry about what others think then I don’t get on the bike or don’t do a little jogging. Better to be laughed at (although people probably don’t laugh as much as I think they do) and on the road to fitness and health than doing nothing for fear of scorn. Good luck with your bike riding!

  3. Bill, speaking as a big guy who owns a bike, I wouldn’t worry too much about how you look. Think of it this way… not many adults use a bike as exercise. YOU are doing that and more. I bought a Comfort or Leisure bike a few years ago. The drive gear and petals are about 8 inches forward of where they usually are to accomidate larger bellys and allow for sitting upright. I recall there are only three speeds. It is a dream to ride. Yeah, I look like a buffoon on it, a large guy winded from peddling uphill but I enjoy it anyway. I dream of riding along the tow path of the Erie canal which is a popular summer riding area. I just need a bike rack.

  4. Yea! Congrats on riding! I used to ride far more than I used to, and now that the snow is gone, will start commuting to work again. it’s about 4.3 miles one way, but I come home at lunch to take the dogs out, so in the end, it’s around 17 or so miles. Never all at once.
    That dude was right, who cares what we look like on a bike? WE ARE RIDING. 🙂 Listening to the birds, watching the squirrels in the trees and worms on the sidewalk. We are more grounded, and will be more healthy.
    Keep up the good work, and thanks for liking my post, by the way. Glad I found you! Or you found me?

  5. Keeping riding. I find the bicycle easier than the car for light shopping and just getting around. No parking hassles. If more people rode their bikes more often, then the price of gasoline would come down. But then people would probably start driving their cars again. So then people would get out their bikes again and…..

  6. Pingback: I Need a Victory | Bill Chance

  7. Pingback: Swap Meet and Bicycle Porn | Bill Chance

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.