Like many children, my first wheels were a tricycle. We lived in Hawaii when I was a toddler, my brother was born there so my mom and dad were pretty busy. There are many pictures of me at that age including one of me smiling for the camera while riding my trike on the grass, sun on my face…wind in my hair…
Several moves and another sibling later, I got my first “big girl” bike when I was in first grade. We were stationed in Silver Springs, Md., while my dad was attending George Washington University. There were things I remember clearly from that time that were part of my developing “style eye,” but you will have to read about that in another blog. We spent time in Wisconsin visiting family before we moved to Silver Springs. Family members owned a dairy farm and I loved playing in the pastures. They were full of clover. So when I saw a bike painted in several shades of lavender, I had to have that bike and I named her Clover. I loved that bike-felt such freedom. My friend, Sheila, and I decorated our bikes for a parade. Happy time. Other bikes followed as I grew, but Clover was the best.
My dad did two tours on an aircraft carrier posted in the Gulf of Tonkin which meant stop overs in Hong Kong. He brought back a bike for me-“Bluebird.” Rack on the back, so shiny and sleek. After that, we lived in Hawaii for two years and the school was close so we rode our bikes there. We moved back to the mainland right before 7th grade. We lived out in the country. I got my first horse and riding a bike wasn’t the thrill it once was.
As my children grew up and wanted bikes, I got a Bianchi hybrid to be able to join in with them. Kept it for a long time, but it never was really the right bike. Tires too skinny for trail and I didn’t live where riding my bike was easy. Hauled it to Yosemite once a year, but that was about it. Now, I know that biking is such a huge sport. But those little outfits and risking life and limb in city traffic? Not for me. Figured biking was a thing of the past, even though I know there are many benefits.
Until I saw the Ikea Sladda. With a basket and back rack. Total and complete bike envy.
What would I name her? Grey Goose? Misty? No idea…open to suggestions!