Bicycles Rediscovered
By Jeffrey M. Bowen
A few years ago, my wife Hillary and I decided to revisit a
form of recreation we had both enjoyed as children – bicycles! Although we had never quite lost our
balancing skills, the hilly terrain around our area has caused a different
imbalance. Lots of
our time is spent pushing the bikes uphill, but it takes almost no time to shoot
downhill. “Hey, this is all good exercise” is our mantra.
We thought ahead and tried to buy the right kind of
bicycles. We discovered it helps to
anticipate the surface you will travel – pavement, gravel, mud, and maybe snow
and quicksand. These determine desirable
tire size and tread. There are mountain
bikes for rough goat paths, touring or road bikes for pavement, racing and BMX
bikes for competition, and ultimately, hybrids for the undecided. We chose hybrids.
Then came gears.
Remember those three simple gears that used to click on your English
bike handle bars? Or even the brawny
cruisers with coasting breaks you could stomp on to skid and impress your
friends? Sometimes these reappear with fancy bells and
baskets, but I suspect many of them now collect dust in museums and basements.
These days bikes may
have two or three chainrings around the front wheel, and seven to 11 gears or
cogs in the back. The front ones make
big changes, the back ones make smaller changes in pedaling pressure. They work
in combinations numbering up to 33. Of
course, you have to find the shifters which live on either side of your handle
bars. Once found, your range will be
somewhere between developing a hernia in the lowest gears to furiously pedaling
and getting nearly nowhere in the highest gears.
As we continue to learn, the pleasures of bike trekking have
enriched our lives. We see what is going
on around us, and underneath us where road repair may be seriously needed! Wild life crosses our path, and beautiful
country views emerge. Photo
opportunities cause many delays. Noisy
rushing traffic no longer causes a panic because we are trussed up in brightly
colored spandex and bike helmets. It
also helps that we pray at regular intervals.
Never do we feel we are in a race
as we sit rather upright holding traditional handlebars. Other riders lean over curved bars and seem
to be competing in the Tour de France.
To date our bike treks have included the Maine coast, along
the Danube River, and around Amsterdam (with two million other cyclists) as
well as Prince Edward Island in Canada.
Dr. Gordon Comstock and his wife Ginger inspired us to take a PEI bike
tour arranged by a company that reserves bed and breakfast accommodations along
a “rails to trails” route that lets you travel at your own pace.
Cycling has made us more aware of the bicycle’s fascinating
history. Think of that oddity with the
big front and tiny back wheel. Invented
in the 1870s by a Frenchman, it was nicknamed a penny-farthing model. Although it had pedals while many earlier
types did not, it was unwieldy and suitable mainly for athletic males. Frequent accidents actually led to new terms
in our language – taking a header, and coming a cropper.
By 1900, bicycling had gained enduring popularity. Front and back wheels were approaching the
same size. Improvements in the design
and engineering were linked historically to the newly invented automobile, and
even to future airplanes. The Wright
brothers ran a very successful bike shop, which financially supported and
inspired their dream of manned flight.
Seldom does a week go by without our finding some new merits
in cycling. For instance, the appearance
of the roadster with a step-through frame unquestionably enhanced women’s
freedom (as did bloomers). A hundred
years ago Susan B. Anthony said they had done more to emancipate women than
anything else in the world. “I stand and rejoice every time I see a woman ride
by on a wheel…the picture of free, untrammeled womanhood.” I agree and prefer
to ride along.
Note: For more
history of the bicycle go to Wikipedia or Smithsonian web sites.
Remembering the scrapes and bruises of learning to ride in the days of "we don'need no stinkin' training wheels!" and the adventures around Chebeague back in the day. Hmmm... also remembering that we sent Liz off to Dartmouth with a lovely new bike which she used to deliver take-out for one of her on-campus jobs. When I went to pick her up in the spring tho, I mentioned that I'd just seen someone riding off on a bike that looked "just like yours" as I'd arrived. We checked. Yup, the reason it looked just like hers was because it WAS hers, snapped up by a bike thief during the pack-up-and-go-home madness. Hopefully, it gave him knee issues...
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