I’m sitting here with a little sunburn today. Not anything really painful, just a bit pink and tender. Lightly toasted. My sunscreen wasn’t enough for the stunning day that was today. Check it:
See that gorgeous purple creature there? That is my gorgeous, wonderful, adorable bicycle Iris. Yes, her name is Iris and she’s totally a her. My friend Kirk named her Iris, because she’s purple and Dutch. Dutch because she’s an Electra Amsterdam.
When I was a kid, I loved my bike. I had a red dragster one when I was in primary school, and rode all over town in every spare moment, that bike was my freedom. Then in high school I got a full sized ladies bike, which I didn’t like as much because it was pretty uncomfortable. I much preferred to ride my mother’s bike, which was a lot better quality. But I still had that mode of transport.
However, there came a time where the douchebags and bullies picking on me for being a fat arse on a bike got too much, and the bikes went into the shed and never came out again. Eventually my mother sold them, and I no longer had that transport.
Which is fairly significant, because I don’t drive.
Last year, my Manager bought an Electra Townie bike, and I fell in love with it on sight. I was lamenting that I no longer bicycle, and she suggested that the very perfect bike for me would be an Electra Amsterdam. I saw the pics, and was even more in love than I was with the Townie. I just knew I had to have a purple Amsterdam.
Well, a few months ago, I bought one. I went to New Farm Bikes, somewhat apprehensive about how they would receive a fatty buying a bicycle. I didn’t need to worry – it was never even an issue. As the guy in the shop said “I’m so happy to get another bike on the road.”
Going to New Farm Bikes is just so much fun because the bikes are so pretty. I mean, look at these:
The detail on them is just fabulous. Not all of them have decals (mine doesn’t) but when they do, look how exquisite:
Now that I have her, oh how I love my beautiful bike. Look, if you’re a DeathFatz like me, cheap bikes just aren’t going to cut it. You want something strong and comfortable. Here I am with my bike:
See? DeathFatz. But happy and comfortable. I went for a ride along the riverside bike/walk way today with a friend, and had an absolute ball. What a beautiful day it was, and the ride was just so lovely. Look at that view behind me!
I can’t believe I gave this up years ago because other people were asshats about me being fat and on a bike.
But I did. And I regret it. So much of my life I put on hold, waiting for when I got thin. For 20 years I put things on hold, because I either felt I didn’t deserve them, or I wasn’t able to tolerate the bullying I got just for being a fat person living her life.
No more. Life is too short to put it on hold. If you do, you risk missing days like this: