Wow, I can’t believe it’s March already. I never thought I would make it!
It’s been a year, ONE WHOLE YEAR, since I sold my car. Can I get a pat on the back please?
I’m not going to lie, I still make use of the truck sometimes, but only on weekends, and only about once a week. Other than that, my daily commute has been on a bike. Through rain, snow, sleet, sun, wind… I’ve done it. I missed a few days here and there due to illness, but not once did I let the weather keep me off the bike.
To celebrate, I’m treating myself to an upgrade. YAY!
Those who have been reading for the last year know that I’ve been through several bikes. My first was an electric, and only lasted three weeks, before I found the long john. And while the long john served us well, I’ll be trading it in for something a little more slick: a Kona Ute with two child seats.
This decision was NOT made lightly. It’s been a point of contention between the hubby and I for months. But in the end, he won, or won me over rather, with the promise of a hub motor. You see, despite developing some pretty strong legs over the course of the year, I still cannot tackle the steep hills that take me north to Bloor Street. I haven’t been able to bike up to Bloor on my own since last spring, when I still had the pedal-assist. South-bound, I can manage, the hills are not too steep and far enough apart that I can catch my breath in between.But north? I miss north.
Now, you may wonder why I don’t just put a hub motor on the long john. I’m worried about the steering. At high speeds, the long john becomes more difficult to steer – the only time I ever got up to any decent speed (down a hill, with a tailwind) I wiped out. I have a lot more confidence in a ‘traditional’ bikes steering mechanism.
So, I’m selling the cargo bike. I don’t really want to, but like my husband keeps remind me, it’ll be an upgrade. I’ll be able to mount easier, so that’s a definite plus, and it’ll be a lighter bike (less frame), and it’ll be electric. And it’ll be new. I haven’t had a new bike since I was eleven. Pretty exciting.
One year. Congratulations to me!