One of my earliest purchases was a mountain bike. I was in school at UCF for Psychology, aiming at being some kind of law enforcement officer. The bike was to help me keep fit enough to get through the academy, once I got there. I had a mountain bike all through middle and high school, which got plenty of use, but I wanted something newer and shinier. Not knowing anything about bikes, I went to Toys R Us and bought a decent bike, thankfully, based more on cosmetic criteria than function. One plan was to ride on Cocoa Beach, the closest beach to my job, to catch the sunrises over the water. Little did I know, that riding in soft sand on a mountain bike is very tiring, very fast. That didn't stop me from enjoying the bike and sunrises on sidewalks close to the beach, however.
|A Pacific Quasar, to be exact.|
That year of hard, late night riding is really where the love affair with bikes started. At the age of 22, I paused UCF and started massage school part time in addition to my 50+ hour weeks at the police department. My free nights started drifting away from the bike and towards study and extra-curricular practical massage credit events. Once I met my future wife in massage school and had a license, life quickly accelerated into a move to Tallahassee after the wedding. We moved my bike with us, because I had such sentimental attachment to it. Knowing now what I know about bikes, I should have chucked it in a Goodwill bin, but instead I kept trying to repair and tweak a lost cause. I literally had ridden it into the ground, back on the empty lots in Viera.
I was in hilly Tallahassee for 5 years with a non-functional bike, getting fat at a desk job, and having no fun anytime I tried to go for a ride. Then we moved to Tampa, again with the bikes (the Wifey had one almost as sad as mine), and then to Land o Lakes, where they sat in yet another garage being rusty and treacherous. Finally, we sold them at a garage sale before moving back to Tampa a few months ago. Talk about liberation!
Because of ridiculous auto insurance rates in Tampa and because Wifey works from home, we decided to become a 1 car family. We started shopping for a bicycle for her to get around the neighborhood, if she needed something while I was at work. Then, while talking to her mother about the situation, we discover that Mom wanted to buy us BOTH bikes for Christmas. My wife's preference was to get the most simple, single gear bike possible, a beach cruiser. My preference was to get the most complicated thing possible- more gears, more gadgets, a hybrid road bike.