Min cykel

When I was a child I was never too fond of bicycling. I was afraid to go too quick just in case I had to break abruptly, because I was sure I would fall and hurt my knees. I ended up breaking and jumping from my bike at the same time. Don't tell me that that is probably the way in which I would most surely fall, I know it now. But when I was a child, jumping felt much more safe, maybe because I was doing it consciously and not being forced to land on my knees. And I might have been right, because I do not remember ever falling from my bike. And man, I do remember falling. As a child, I fell all the time. As an adult, I do not fall all the time. Just when I have been drinking in excess and decide that playing my tiny harmonica at the same time that I walk it's the right thing to do. And when I decide that, it is very, very probable that I land on my knees. Based on Saturday night events and I was very, very close to make a link to a picture of my broke stocking and my wounded knee that I took in my drunken state. Thank me, people.

Anyway, what I wanted to write about is my bike. When I arrived to Sweden, I bought and mended a cute black bike. I only had it for like a week, but I grew so attached to it that when it got stolen, I almost cry. Instead of weeping though, Johan and I contacted two very dodgy guys through an ad on the internet. They sold me a bike for 1000 kroner, which I thought very reasonable. Sure I thought it was reasonable because I had lost my old dear bike, but then I realised that it was probably stolen from another innocen girl who did not have a lock tough enough. And I felt bad for that girl, but I ensured I got the toughest lock I could find. And a second lock. I got to love this bike much more than the old one within minutes.


The biking was my favourite part of being in Malmo. It allowed me to have so much freedom... never have to wait for a bus... great! No tube... even greater! It was almos annoying when people came to visit and they did not have a bike. Do we really have to walk now? I felt so good riding the bike that I decided to bring it back to London with me. I had to pull it apart, stick it in a box way too small and fly it over. After all this effort to have my bike with me, I never used it. I never used it because the gears where broken and because I never got around to fix it. The problem here is that bike shops require appointments, you can not leave the bike there and come bak when it is fixed. Which is not so good.
But now, since this was one of the things I really, really wanted to do, I brought it to the bike shop and... it is fixed!
When the girl called me to ask me to pick it up, I was so happy that I almost ran. And I cycled back home (2 minutes instead of 10 walking) and I realised that I have missed the cycling a lot. A big lot!
I am not going to cycle to work every day as Johan does. I am too scared for that. They drive on the wrong side of the road, this people. And the traffic is crazy And I am too absent minded.
I need some training first...