- Me and Big Red
I like riding my bike. I’m not a sports cyclist, triathlon trainer or courier, I’m just a girl with a desire to get around town unhindered by the crippling costs of a car. There’s also the small detail of not actually having a license. Which seems to come with a MASSIVE stigma attached to it. It’s as if I’ve somehow failed this right of passage into adult life. Somehow I haven’t graduated to the grownups’ club because I don’t drive around in a 2 ton hunk of lethal metal. Well, thanks but no thanks. Unless I end up pregnant with triplets or loose the ability to walk, I am going to stay a ‘non-driver’.
The reason? I’ll say it again, I like riding my bike. Maybe it also gives me an excuse to eat, guilt free, that extra almond croissant at the French Marketsâ€¦ Besides, there needs to be more like me out there. Especially in the inner city area where traffic is nauseatingly slow and parking a myth. After the Sunday Tweed Run along Ponsonby Rd, it only re-enforced my enthusiasm to keep riding. Everyone on that ride had this awesome grin of satisfaction and fun on their face. Because they liked riding their bike too.