I descended a dusty gravel ridge

So I’m working full-time again. As of January 2 of this year, I am the substitute Technical Services/Electronic Resources Librarian at a college in Brooklyn. I love my (challenging!) job and my (fantastic!) coworkers and I hope this stint will lead to a permanent position in the (awesome!) department… but what I’m really here to write about is my bike.

I love my bike. My boyfriend got me a 2012 Salsa Casseroll for the winter holidays and I’ve been riding it for a month now. I fall in love with it all over again every morning and then again every night. I miss it when I’m not riding it and I’m frustrated when I have to walk somewhere. (For 5 straight days two weeks ago, I couldn’t ride my bike — my fault, not the bike’s — so I took the subway to work and walked the 3 miles home. What do you mean it takes 3 times longer by foot to cover the same distance!? my mind kept yelling.) So now I not only look forward to work everyday but I also eagerly anticipate my commute.

…Unless it’s raining heavily or the winds are blowing at over 50 MPH. Then, yes, I’d rather be somewhere indoors but only because I hate being wet and fighting the wind to stay upright.

So when I realized this morning that my bike needed to go to the shop for some adjustments (derailleurs, brakes), I dreaded the possibility of having to leave my bike there overnight because I’d only be getting in around closing time. Instead, I spent about 15 minutes in the shop as the mechanic fiddled with some knobs and tightened some cables… after he ogled my bike and his buddy let out a wolf whistle. (The attention wasn’t expected but it was definitely appreciated.) It was a painless experience and I left with my bike, ready to tackle another day of commuting duty.

I’ve been consistently riding in to work at least 4 days out of the week. (We had a flurry of three-day weekends that I’ll miss going into a strictly-five-day-workweek March. I also had off-campus meetings that didn’t lend themselves to being bike friendly, as I stuck around afterwards to grab lunch with colleagues and/or travel back to campus with coworkers.) This would have been another one of those weeks — what with an off-campus meeting first thing tomorrow — but I think I’ll suck it up and bike there. It’s under 8 miles of mostly bike lanes. The weather is supposed to be nice tomorrow, too. (High of 46°F! As much as it worries me that this winter can barely be classified as winter, I love that the mild weather keeps me on my bike.)

I got you in my sights

Motorcycle chained to the same pole to which I locked my bike:

Doesn’t it look ferocious with those teeth? My bike was glad to finally be freed.

Sigh. My poor bike could use a bath. It’s taken a lot of abuse these past few months, what with all the rain riding and wet cement eating.

I see you left your blinker on

Something I didn’t mention yesterday about Tuesday being a really crappy day? I fell while biking home. Not only that but it was into wet cement. My front tire totally ate it. Luckily, the construction crew was there so they helped me up and hosed off my bike. They kept asking me if I was OK and I kept insisting that I was because, really, I felt fine.

Fast forward a day or two and I’m achy all over. I thought it was all the migraines at first (which totally drain me and leave me exhausted for days) but I’ve got actual muscle aches and a black-and-blue bump on my knee that’s very sore. I’m lucky I didn’t get seriously hurt but I felt like a total dummy. My ego sustained the greatest injury… But now I’ll be more careful when riding through construction zones.

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AllieAllie is a 25-year-old librarian who lives in Brooklyn, NY. She's into books, knitting, bikes, cats, and other stereotypically librarian things. More?
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