Here is the super dorky photo of the maiden ride. But the bike is perfect and made with love. It’s my mom’s old Kline frame, from back when they were hand-made in Washington. Its extra special to me since she was not very athletic until I was about 8 or so when she got really good at mountain biking and kayaking and stuff. I admire that about her and always tell myself if she can do it, I can too.
For my father in law, custom building bikes is an art form and he has tweaked it out just right to be the ultimate commuter bike. New cruiser-style handle bars with cork grips that let me ride upright where I am more comfortable. Black fenders and a head lamp for winter riding. He even treated the frame to bring out the red hot color.
The first ride was a little ridiculous, because I could barely remember how to deal with the gears and got the chain stuck. Now, after a couple days, it’s becoming second nature. I’m getting used to the small fast tires and my thumbs getting strong enough for the left shifter.
Road to breakfast on Ballard St this morning. Bought a helmet and all the guys at the bike store give it props. I can’t wait to try out my commute route to school, on the bike trail past the locks and along the channel.
