With my driving course behind me, it was time to get some wheels.
Of course, without my license, I had to settle for the two-wheeled, self powered version (for now – I can still hear six cylinders calling out to me – more on that later).
When we moved here, I couldn’t bring my bike. Just two bags of luggage each – it just didn’t allow for a mountain bike. Of course, my ’95 Specialized Hard Rock mountain bike had seen better days. It has seen thousands of miles, numerous centuries (100 kilometer days) and just as many spectacular wipe-outs. On that bike, I tore all the skin off my chin just days before starting high school. Not so serious now, but its pretty embarrassing to start a new school with a 2 inch gap of skin on the front of my face.
So after months of window shopping I finally made a decision. Well, actually Dena did. She bought it for me with some of the spoils from her travel writing. Friends are coming next month, and they are going to bring Dena’s bike – It also is a Specialized Hard Rock, but much newer and with hardly any use. (life got hectic for us, and just didn’t have the time – which is why we flipped our life upside down and came here). So we just need one more bike for our daughter and we’ll be fully mobile once again. Can’t wait.
For cost, it was actually a little less cost than the same bike would have been in the States. This was a great surprise for us – virtually everything is more expensive here – at least of the imported kind.
More on the bike shop later.
How else are you supposed to bring a new bike home?