It's been a while since I posted here, but I'm happy to report that, in light of giving up my layaway'd bike when I got injured and needed doctor money, my significant other's grandmother bought me a cheap walmart mountain bike for my birthday. Now, I'm not one to look a gift bike in the fork, so I slapped my lights on it, donned my helmet, and took it out for a spin last night. I was expecting a clunky feeling, maybe have something fall off, or get hit by a car. But none of those things happened. I felt more free than I've ever felt. For those that don't remember me from my first spurt of posting, I'm a nineteen year old girl who's working her way through life until it's practical for her to go to college. Having my own transportation is heaven. Except for the seat. Either the cheap stock saddle sucks or I'm just a wimp.
I felt like a little kid again. Except it's the bike I always wanted; gears and hand brakes! XD It was always my wish for those two things. I went out today and bought two lights for my helmet and a bottle cage(it gets quite hot here in Texas). One of my sets of lights came with one of those special tools, I can't remember the name for them, the ones shaped like hexagons(I'm sorry, I'm terrible with tool names, I tend to just describe them since I'm the only one of the two of us that uses them, which is funny since I'm the girl), so I lucked out on installing it. I also got a nice backpack with a chest strap that has tons of room, plus is emblazoned with the Mockingjay symbol from one of my favorite book series, the Hunger Games. A gift to myself on my birthday.
I had tiny heart attacks every time I crossed a road. I traveled through parking lots a lot since the two streets I live on the corner of were full of rush hour traffic. But far from scaring me away, it was exhilarating. I know that's the adrenaline talking, but I don't care. I know I want to swap my tires out for some slicks as soon as I can, I can't coast very far before the bike starts to slow. The 'suspension' fork on The Thing may as well be a rigid fork, unless I go over a curb there's no give to it whatsoever, and that's with 200lbs on top of it. It surprised me by not once bottoming out. The grips are terrible, but I have some decent gloves, so I'll survive until I get paid again.
The Roadmaster sticker HAS to go. I won't be seen with it in public, lol. But I like the butterfly decal(my mom loves butterflies, so it's nice to have something that reminds me of her) so I'll wait to make sure I don't mess it up. I would love to get a rack and rack basket for going to the store or when I want to get the backpack off my back.
I still need to get a pump, spare tube, tire levers, and a multi tool. I'll probably pick up some two dollar basic tools at the walgreens next to my work as well. I feel inspired. As tiring as it was, I felt good the next day. I think tomorrow before the SO gets up I'll ride over to a small local gym to see if I could afford their rates, sign up for a free month. See what I can do to try to eat at least a little healthier. I like salads, but I tend to load up on ranch dressing, so I'll need to correct that with something else yummy that isn't a heart attack parading as health. Otherwise, all I've got are sandwiches and ramen(poor) so I guess I'll make due. Even a few pounds off would be an improvement.
I feel inspired. All I keep wanting to do is go out and ride, even when I can't go far yet.