The first thing I had to do was raise that quill stem and angle the bars so they didn’t feel so much like hedge trimming sheers in my hands. Otherwise, out of the box and all set to roll. Now interestingly, Scoop’s 16 year old son is greedily eyeing his dad’s bike, and may well use it more. As for me, I’ll work on sabotaging Scoop’s best intensions to ride more.
You don’t want to turn into a cyclist, ol’ buddy Scoop! We are wretched, rained on, yelled at, impoverished souls. While you Scoop, you are someone people look up to. Your employer has packaged a car into your pay, as a tax dodge, with all manner of economic incentives to drive way more than you need to, even if just to enjoy the radio and air conditioning on a hot day. You’re Australian Scoop, and that’s the Australian way. Plus, you live in a hilly region that only has houses because cars exist. There is an enormous hill, and an uncrossable arterial road, between you, and any bike path. Gosh, even your own driveway is impossible to ride up on a bike.
You don’t own a floor pup, bike lock, panniers, or even a puncture repair kit! I’ve ridden with you Scoop, my ol’ buddy, and have seen your trepidation when riding past “no through road” signs, as though they might not provide passage to cyclists. Scoop, these are the very streets cyclists prefer! For almost 3 decades, it is driver behaviour that you have been having imprinted. You won’t enjoy cycling. So look, if you sell it to me right now, I’ll give you half whatever you paid.