The Tale of Three Bikes

July 23, 2019

It’s Tuesday morning and I found myself with a block of time to enjoy the early morning West Tennessee Summer temps. I walked for 20 minutes, then hopped on my bike. I opened up my music app and shuffled Sinatra’s playlist.

That big band cheerfully played through my headphones which brought a smile to my face, then Old Blue Eyes crooned:

Every time it rains, it rains pennies from heaven

I start to pedal.

I feel the air on my face as I coast down the hill.

Don’t ya know each cloud contains pennies from heaven?
(You’ll find your fortune fallin’ all over town)

And for just a few moments, riding on my mint green Huffy Beach Cruiser all is right in the world. The birds are chirping. The sun is shining, I am not even breaking a sweat in the middle of July. Zach is smiling big when I round the corner so he can go to work.

I felt joy in my heart and I remember, this is my life and there are “Pennies from Heaven” everywhere, if I’d just stop to look around. God is so good to us.

When I was growing up we lived in the country which brought with it beautiful sunrises, sunsets, views of yellow crop dusters flying low over fields, and in the Fall, cotton as far as your eyes could see. It was a wonderful upbringing, but I always wanted to ride my bike on sidewalks. “When I grow up”, I’d announce, “I’m moving to town.”

So, I did. I have to say I do miss the red and gold vistas at dusk, but even more than that I love watching my kids enjoy being outside and riding their bikes so freely.

A few weeks ago, I got my very own bike. So, now I can live the life I imagined way back then. It’s the little things.

I know I may be turning into that Kooky Old Lady who rides around the neighborhood, but I don’t even care. It brings me so much happiness in a world that can tempt us to dwell on the dark.

July 14, 2020

One year later I’m still enjoying being that Kooky Lady on a bike. My goal was to move 40 miles a week before I turned 40 and I’ve almost met my goal.

After trying out my aforementioned beach cruiser, I realized it wasn’t the right bike for me. So, I inherited my grandmother’s Schwinn. I used it to work up to exercising 3 miles per week to almost 40 miles per week over the course of a year. I haven’t lost many pounds and I don’t look much different, but I feel stronger than I have in years.

I’ve been on the lookout for a bike, but they are hard to come by in these COVID times. Saturday, on my walk, my neighbor around the corner was selling the cutest 10 speed bike that was just the right color and had all of these fun gizmos. I rode it home, grabbed my money and went back to pay him. It was too good of a deal to pass up and I think I was due an upgrade. So here’s to many miles on my new bike!