This happened ≥≥≥
My beloved and faithful Blue II was steamrolled by a garbage truck. Right in front of me.
You'd think that a couple of months later, the sting would finally start to wear off, but I still pretty much feel like my dog died. I had hoped against hope that the Bike Wizard who works at my local repair shop could pull a rabbit out of his hat and fix her, but even he couldn't put "Humpty Dumpty" Blue back together again.
So here I am, suffering through the gorgeousness that is pre-Autumn New York weather without my beloved Blue. Finding a replacement won't be easy (or cheap) given the fact that I'm incredibly picky and I've been so aggressive with paying down my student loan debt that my savings are shot.
But it's got to be soon. I don't know how much longer I can take the two-way Subway commute. I'm about one more unsolicited 8 a.m. dance show away from saying to hell with it and just walking the 6 miles to work each day.
I have been using my Citibike membership whenever I can but as there aren't any stations in my neighborhood yet, it's kind of pointless commute-wise.
On the plus side, I had one of the coolest experiences on a bicycle yet – teaching a close friend how to ride today! It was her wish on her 27th birthday.
I promptly freaked out and crashed in a heap on the asphalt.
I took things a bit easier with my friend. She was a little wobbly at first, but I was stunned at how quickly she caught on. Within 30 minutes she was able to stay straight up and (kind of) steer. Go girl!
It was especially fun to see passersby stop to cheer her on. It's never too late to learn, guys! I took a short video of her last ride. Hopefully it'll inspire any late blooming bikers out there to give it a go: