In my family, to “store” something for someone means to take it out of the unused corner into which they have shoved it, fix it up, and make it your own. Should they decide they want it back at some future point, claim it has been your property all along and vehemently deny any knowledge otherwise.
I offered to store my sister’s bicycle for her the last time I was in Fresno. It was hanging in the corner where I place it a few years ago, looking dusty and forlorn. It is a Gary Fisher Wahoo mountain bike minus the front shock absorbers and with a more comfy gel seat.
Plus I added this:
Because everyone should have a happy, colorful bicycle bell. I ring it as I approach people from behind and yell, “Passing on your left!”
I took a three and a half mile ride over to my friend Janice’s house this morning to check out her garage sale, where she sold six old, sturdy dining room chairs that had been gathering dust in my garage.
No one in my family offered to store them for me so it was time to let them go. They sold by 9:15. Hooray!
Merced has two great cross-town trails that meander along waterways: Bear Creek and Black Rascal Creek. (City of Merced Bikeway Map in pdf format.) They both run east to west and, though there are several bike lanes along the main drags running north to south, frankly I do not trust Merced drivers not to run me down. I tend to ride on the sidewalks, even if it is illegal.
Here is Bob the bike, all fresh from his Spring Tune-Up at Kevin’s Bikes. (I would link to Kevin’s Bikes, but apparently they have no website. A business with no website. Crazy.)
I have ordered new brakes because the existing ones are literally falling apart. Now all I need is a helmet, a bicycle lock, a water bottle with a squirt top, and possibly a rear view mirror. Dunno about that last one. Maybe the helmet will not block my view when I turn my head as did the the giant pink visor I wore today.
