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I love my bike.  Sunday was cold, crisp, and beautiful.  The fog rolled in and out and chilled me to the bone as I rode the inner urban trail around the bay.  Sunday was a day for puppy adventures and we explored the city Chloe running beside me happy as a clam.  My bike is named Schwinnie the Pooh, but I just call her Schwinnie.

She was a gift from a friend and the best gift I could ever imagine.  She has no gears, a single coaster brake and rides like a dream.  Everywhere I go I get complements on this beautiful little bike.  Now just a few days short of my 27th month of boycotting cars I finally consider myself a real cyclist.  I truly wondered if I would make it through the first week but now wonder if Ill ever drive again.  I don’t have any special cycling gear I just wear what I normally do and cover up with slickers if its wet out.

My tiny little day pack filled with an extra layer of warmies, and the spoil’s of my journey.  I always have to be careful when shopping to not buy more than what can fit into this tiny pack.  I love food shopping so It is a daily exercise.  I love the wind blowing through my hair as I ride up town.  My face pinches with the cold and I don’t mind the numb fingers.  Nothing has ever made me feel more alive than cycling.

I find it so funny watching the people driving around in their little coffins completely sealed from the beautiful weather, driving in endless circles waiting for a place to park.  I just roll up on Schwinnie, no stress and there is always a place to park.  The local co-op is always an adventure in shopping as I never know what new treasure of food I will find.

Today I am celebrating my new journal as I finished the last page of my old one last night.  I spent the evening snacking on  chips and homemade dip listening to a ecco documentary on my net-book, and flipping through the pages of my life in my now full journal.  It isn’t often that I splurge like this but I have this theory.  When I’m almost broke I need to go out and buy some type of food that is completely unnecessary and not worry about the cost or fact that I’m broke again.  Every-time I do this it makes me happy for what I have rather than stressed about what I don’t.  This little offering to the mind always results in a financial windfall.  Focus on what you want, not what you don’t want.  Life is good. 🙂

When man invented the bicycle he reached the peak of his attainments.  Here was a machine of precision and balance for the convenience of man.  And (unlike subsequent inventions for man’s convenience) the more he used it, the fitter his body became.  Here, for once, was a product of man’s brain that was entirely beneficial to those who used it, and of no harm or irritation to others.  Progress should have stopped when man invented the bicycle.  ~Elizabeth West, Hovel in the Hills