My First Ten-Speed Was Called "The Bee"
My brother even wrote the name on it in permanent marker. A birthday present for my first double-digit birthday (which I remember thinking was so momentous), it was yellow and black and perfect.
Years later, my next bike was a Gary Fisher bright green mountain bike that never saw much of the mountains but was a killer ride to race up the beach from Santa Monica to Malibu, chasing the setting sun. Let me tell you - THAT bike has seen the world, traveling with me from LA to London, from London to San Jose, from San Jose to NYC, from NYC to SF. When I say that it has seen the world, I should clarify - it's seen my apartments and storage spaces - because in each of those places, it sat, collecting dust and rusting.
But all you Bikers here in SF are inspiring me, and I'm thinking that my trusty ol' Gary Fisher needs not only a name, but also a new chain and some tires. Just watch me dust it off and start to fly.
And if any of you are looking for a great city bike, check out Jorg and Olif - gorgeous bikes made in the Netherlands (and those people know their bikes). Just enter or say BITER during checkout and recieve a 5% discount during April.
-Heather... off to look up bicycle repair shops...




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