Thursday, 3 May 2012
An Ode to my Bike
In the last year or so I sorta have begun a slight extramarital affair with a slender framed, rubber wearing, she-goddess. My bike. Oh bike, shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate. It is a weird one to be honest. I've had 'Stella' for nearly ten years but only truly discovered her greatness recently. Let's start at the beginning and I'll divulge the tale of how Stella really did get her groove back, in my books at least.
I wanted a bike to cycle in and out of college so Mammy and Daddy Ginger Blog Man gladly provided one for my 18th birthday. I'm afraid a car has always been slightly out of reach for me and now that I've moved to a new country it seems even further away. Sure how am I supposed to even take the test, aus Deutsch? Ich denke nicht. So anyways things didn't start off well for Stella and I. I lent her to some college mate before we had truly had a chance to integrate. When I go to retrieve her from said mate I find to my horror that he has completely banjaxed her handle bars. They loosen and nearly fall off after a couple of cycles. He managed to do this by going over a speed bump in his neighborhood at a tremendous velocity. I wonder if my friend was a very literal person and maybe misunderstood the purpose of speed bumps due to their misleading antonym. Should they be rechristened 'Slow Down Bumps' for the uneducated? At the time in my eyes my beautiful new bike was ruined. If I was wiser I could have invested in some tools for general up keep and maintenance but as I was in college, my prerogative for my cash-flow was a couple of tins of beans for sustenance and the rest used to consume alcohol (I'm sorry Mumsie and Papa, I've changed now I swear). So after that, needless to say Stella began gathering dust in the bike shed.
Years later I tried to resurrect her from this perpetual immobility and start cycling to work. I figured she would aid in me attaining a few extra minutes in bed. How wrong as I, my route had so many stop lights and terrible rush hour traffic that it actually took me longer to get into work than if I had walked. Poor Stella, back in the bike shed she went gathering dust. Even crueler again when Husband and I finally moved in together I abandoned Stella at my old apartment. I kept saying to myself that I would pop over and eventually pick her up. In the end it wasn't until Husband bought his bike that I finally decided to get my shit together and route out old Stella. It had been almost two years since we moved into our new place. I just wanted to get some closure on it, Husband was convinced she would be gone, robbed or moved on to the old scrap-heap in sky. The whole journey over I wondered if she was still there, if she was would she even forgive me for my desertion or if I would be able to look her in the handlebars? Stella please forgive me.
True to form there she was still mustering along exactly where I left her, apart from the chain rust, two flat tires and large amount of cobwebs she was in mint condition. Thank you South County Dublin for your safety and lack of tracksuit wearing 'Jack the lads'.
So Stella here's a song below in your honor, I decided not to go with the obvious Queen's ode to cycling rather Pink Floyd's 'Bike' from their first album. I like the references to Ginger Bread Men and that a mouse that's called 'Gerald'. I hope you like it and I promise to never let you gather dust in the bike shed ever again.