Like Riding a Bike

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I’m happy to report that riding a bike is in fact like riding a bike.

I haven’t owned nor ridden a bike in near 10 years I think. The last bike I had was my moms old one and as I moved to the city centre, the bike was stolen within a week and I didn’t buy another.

Now that we live outside the city and it’s several kilometres to the nearest store, I thought it reasonable to have a bike. When I’m home alone, I don’t have a car at my disposal and might just starve to death.

I wanted a cute and simple bike with only one gear, which is quite enough for these flatlands and just popping by the store. I’m not about to be all spandexed out and riding like a lunatic, I wanna look cute and serene while biking.

It took over a month from ordering the bike for it to arrive, and even then it was missing the very crusial handlebar, so I felt like I missed half of the riding season already before getting to ride my cute ladylike bike. But we are finally here and all intact.

A basket in the front was a must for me and I don’t know if it’s that or some internal GPS on the bike but I ended up straight to the liquer store on my first proper ride! With the destination and the great views along the way, I’d say the bike is a success!

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