schwinngirl20 Rides Again

Before I blogged, before my love for Barenaked Ladies eclipsed reason, before I became a mother, I was a biker. Not a biker-biker, a bicyclist. Before the advent of smartphones, I passed time on two wheels. My legs and my ass were steel as was my resting heart rate. I was in my 30s; I had yet to begin sliding down the slope of “What body parts hurt today?” Nothing hurt, except after crashes–and I crashed a lot. I was in my physical prime is the point here.

More–most?– importantly, I was grounded. My brain feeling not insane grounded, that is. There wasn’t a single problem that fifteen-twenty miles in the saddle couldn’t solve. I planned the exit strategy and end scene of my first marriage on my Black & Blue-ty. This old Schwinn literally saved my life. And while I embrace hyperbole with reckless abandon, that is not an overstatement. You can’t physically multitask while riding: you pedal and you think. You save yourself.

I tried getting back in the saddle repeatedly when the kids were small. We purchased the double Burley ride-along, we purchased our then-babies helmets, I stacked the Burley with juice boxes, books, snacks, even art supplies! Neither of the boys enjoyed the ride, hence neither could their mother.

Somewhere along the way I lost my nerve. Later I simply lost track of time.

I live about a mile and a half west of Lake Michigan. The lakefront has a lacy pattern of north-south trails designed for runners and cyclists, but I lost my brave. Getting to the lakefront felt like an Everest summit. Traffic! Motorists! Distracted now by their ubiquitous screens, motorists scared the living crap out of me, still do. Any contest of bike vs. car ends badly for the one cranking pedals. So I found other things to occupy time.

Most of every to-do list since then has had Boy Children #1 and #2 at its heart and soul. Top. Middle. Bottom. Being a parent has meant deprioritizing my recreation calendar to satisfy theirs. It’s the way it’s supposed to be, I understand, so this isn’t me complaining. It’s rationale. Sorta.

Today though, today is perfect. Mother Nature couldn’t have scripted a more quintessentially-summer summer day. Not a cloud to be found, the sky’s blue is dreamy. A breeze flutters my hair, keeping me just summer-warm enough as I sit and write. A legion of birds sing their varied songs while I admire our day lilies whose particular shade of gold could only be found in nature. Today is a gift.

Today felt like the day to resurrect schwinngirl20. My first and still in use email address is schwinngirl20@hotmail.com. You know I get the looks–the SO EMBARRASSED FOR YOU, old woman who still uses hotmail *snicker-snicker, eye roll-eye roll* look. And PS–Schwinn bikes are now sold at department stores, grandma. . .

I know. I don’t care.

After hanging idly in our garage for too many seasons, I dusted off ol’ Black & Blue, greased her chain, adjusted a brake pad or two, and hit the road this afternoon. I couldn’t trust the integrity of her tires and tubes, so I didn’t go far, only just over seven miles today. But I went. I even hopped a couple curbs.

It really is like riding a bike. MY bike.

My twenty-something-year-old, heavy as hell cro-moly frame Schwinn Mesa GS. She may be the only bike I’ll ever need–she’s a tank, stronger, more durable, and in better shape than I’ll be ever again. My day lily-yellow/gold Trek road bike may be too far gone to rehab, but so may be my nerve to sprint on a road bike again. My Schwinn has seen me through good times and bad, she pulled my babies with me, she kept my head square and screwed on tightly.

I’m borderline terrified to wake tomorrow, anticipating ache in every joint and muscle in my body, and that special pain reserved to bicyclists returning to the saddle if ya know what I mean. . . Oy. For right now though, this old lady isn’t an MDA mom or a baseball mom or even a speech-language pathologist–I’m schwinngirl20. Let’s ride.

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11 thoughts on “schwinngirl20 Rides Again

    • Ha! I may live in the home of Harley, but have never shown an interest. Probably that’s heresy for a Milwaukeean, but it’s the truth. My ride has skinnier tires! And no, no chaps!!! Hahahahaha

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  1. Such a great post! I’m happy for you that you’ve found your cycling zen again. I watch people biking around downtown Toronto, though, and I can totally understand how people lose their nerve–it looks incredibly dangerous. But go where the road takes you–you’ll be fine!

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    • I was nervous driving a car in TO, I can’t even imagine getting through on two wheels! I’m happily surprised to find I’m not in the pain I’d prepared myself for today. Gonna give it a day, and head out again tomorrow. I’ll have to remind myself to ramp up slowly. It feels so good to ride that I am afraid I’ll rush in too hard. Small steps. . .

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  2. Complete awesomeness … I love everything about your bicycling! Biking here in the country is nearly impossible … gravel, never-will-be-paved roads and mud paths give way to 2-lane highways and I worry for every bicyclist who tries to navigate them because there is no give in the road between them and cars speeding by. But, we were in Richmond Virginia this weekend and luxurious bike lanes were carved out of the wide roadways next to the sidewalks (where cars used to park) … and the cars now park next to the traffic in what used to be a two-lane but is now a one-lane, one-way road. The parked cars add a level of protection to the bicyclist and it is genius. (Other cities may do this too, and, if they don’t, they should start over and do it this way.)

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    • Thanks, Jackie. It’s felt great getting back in the saddle, and I feel a healthier mix of scared/strong. I’ll never again have the nerve to go at it like I once did, but this pace is working so far. I’ve ridden country roads long ago, and you’re right that it is a different type of danger there too.

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  3. So that’s where the “schwinngirl20” handle comes from! I love an origin story!

    It’s great to rediscover — or at least reacquaint ourselves with — old pleasures. If nothing else, hobbies are a welcome reprieve from our vocations and our passions, something we only realize with age and experience. We need to have things in our life that are meant to be nothing more than low-stakes fun. Here’s hoping, Wendy, this is just the first of a full summer of perfect days for cycling!

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