You hear about the special bonding among fathers and sons, and likewise
between mothers and daughters. But little if anything has been written
about bike-bonding. I searched the Internet, then called some serious
cyclists for their input. Some of them suggested I call a bike shop and
ask them what they thought. Eventually I realized I would have to be the
pioneer in the psychology of bike-bonding.
I recall the process of bonding with my bike. It's similar to a love
affair. As soon as I laid eyes on my bike, I knew it had everything I
wanted. It was sleek, strong and responsive. We were a match. I sat with
the bike and admired it for hours. First thing in the morning I took it
for a spin. As soon as I got home from work I would take it out again.
I spent most of my free time with the bike. First, it was just weekends
and holidays. Now hardly a day goes by that I don't think about my bike.
But I knew I had gone over the handlebars when I had my first "out of
There I was cranking home on the return trip of a 30-mile ride when some
strange rumblings began. At first I thought a filling in one of my teeth
had picked-up a radio signal. Then, I realized the noise was coming from
my bicycle. "You never take me any place special anymore. It's always
the same route." I heard. "What are you talking about? Just last week
I took you to Piermont, NY." Who said that? "But we didn't stop to get
anything to eat. Noooo, it was just a quick spin and back home." Again
the bike noise spoke. "And what about how I was left stranded with two
flats on one ride?" I retorted. We continued in silence for another mile
when I decided to mend fences. "Well, I just got the Vermont Cycling Tours
brochure," I cooed. " I'm planning a special vacation just for the two
of us." Those were the magic words. Immediately my bike settled down and
couldn't do enough for me. We climbed hills effortlessly. Coasted smoothly.
Whizzed passed a traffic snarl in no time, and we still had energy to
keep on rolling.
What a bike! Sure my bike and I are bonded. But it wasn't always a downhill
coast. Even the best of bikes can become temperamental. Our anniversary
date is rapidly approaching. What do you get a bike for an anniversary
gift? Maybe I'll search the Internet, call some bike shops, talk to seasoned
cyclists, here we go again. Life is a Bike and you got to love yours.
Until next time. Gianna Bellofatto is a freelance writer and cyclist.
Her writing has appeared in Modern Collage, The American Citizen, and
One Voice. Comments about the column can be emailed to JBWrites1@aol.com.