My grandfather recently mentioned my love life in a phone conversation we had and I promptly replied, "my bicycle is my love life." I thought it was pretty fitting considering my current circumstances.
My love of cycling has been a lifelong development that began as a child. I saw photographic evidence of myself riding around balancing a fun-noodle on my helmet. But my biggest breakthrough in my relationship to cycling came recently when I was a bicycle courier in downtown Toronto for 4 glorious months. My senses were honed, my physical ability tested and my capacity for danger expanded. I joined a secret club, earned through my growing love and appreciation for that a bicycle can become when it is the source of your livelihood. It sustained me and in return I grew attached to this glorious machine: lemon-lime green with purple handlebar tape and a pink chain. Sleek and simple Esmerelda and I are good friends. She takes care of me: mentally, physically, socially and in return I have learned how to take care of her: regrease, lubricate, adjust. It's a symbiotic relationship.
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