Goodbye Fuji

This weekend I sold my bike on Craigslist to someone who would truly love it: a preteen girl.   


The cool thing about having a blog is I can figure out exactly when I first bought it: August 2009. Feels like forever ago.  I adored it, mainly because of the color. But ever since I got the Bikeshare, I rarely rode the Fuji. If I get another bike, I want one with a step-through frame because this one was a bit too much bike for me. I love the look of this one, but that feels like a silly purchase for me. Even if I ride the Bikeshare to work every day, that has to be cheaper. Although, that's assuming that the Bikeshare bike is available for your commute...

Looking back through the blog's archives, I can see it's been an up and down relationship: I got passed by a jogger while riding the bike, received a bike light from a friendly biker, wrestled the bike up and down the stairs,  and accessorized with a hot pink Hello Kitty bike helmet.

It's bittersweet: I feel like I kind of gave up on this bike, but I enjoyed it while I had it. And hopefully this new owner will give it the love it deserves. And I will pocket the cash.

Links I Like Friday

Girls on Bikes :30 HD from Loeffler Randall on Vimeo.

If you've ever dreamed of riding a vintage bike with a designer purse in the basket, this video is for you.  Maybe my bike needs a basket, and then if I do that, the designer purse will follow.

I've been riding my bike more lately. We have a love/hate relationship. I love the idea of the bike but I feel like it is the wrong bike for me. It has the boy-style cross bar and I feel like I may tip over every time I try to get started after a stop.  It's because I'm so uncoordinated and I need to start pedaling before my butt is on the seat but I can't do it.  My bike bell used to say "I ♥ My Bike" but the ♥ faded away, which is very apropos. Joe says I should write "I Ehh My Bike."

This week, I chatted with "Bachelor Pad" stars and the front of the house team at Elisir in Penn Quarter for Eater. And I ate jambalaya at Georgia Brown's and name-dropped Beyonce for a Scoutmob deal.

The rest of the Internet:

I always love Lauren Moffatt's fashion lines, and of course, her home is gorgeous as well and so unique. Lots of painted white brick! I had a painted white brick wall in my bedroom in my last apartment and hope to have that again in some future home. Also, Lauren's beautiful bubble chandelier is available at an (almost) reasonable price here. I sent the home post to Joe, because well, Debie wasn't online yet. He said, "He needs to chill with his collection of sneeks." [DesignSponge]

More Lauren Moffatt here, talking about being a mom. [The Glow]

OK, so this girl wasn't exactly working in the coal mines, but just because unpaid fashion/media internships are the way its always been doesn't mean it's the way it should be. [NY Mag]

Richard Cohen thinks politicians' "I was poor once" stories are out of touch: "Michelle Obama recalled that Barack used to pick her up 'in a car that was so rusted out, I could actually see the pavement going by in a hole in the passenger-side door.' Of course, the couple in that car had both graduated from Harvard Law..." [WaPo]

I visited the lovely new Mount Pleasant library yesterday, which just opened on Wednesday after a renovation.  It's so pleasant!  I randomly spent five minutes reading a Kirsten Dunst profile in a January edition of Lucky on a library shelf, and I'm recommending it for Kirsten fans.  The author writes a nice little take-down of celebrity profiles, and Kirsten genuinely seems like a cool girl. [Lucky]

Capital Bike Share & Thoughts about Thorny Political/Gentrification Issues

Like 8,000 other people, I bought the $40 Living Social deal for the Capitol Bikeshare. I feel like this key is such a status symbol now. The must-have yuppie accessory.

It's a perfect idea, though. Futuristic, even - the iPhone app has been great for seeing which bikes/docks are available. The bike sort of feels like a toy and you can't go very fast, but it's solid and so easy to use. It's a great tool to have in your non-automobile transportation arsenal.

If you can't tell, I'm sold. I've decided this is the way to travel. My poor Fuji remains in the basement, waiting for a tuneup.

I was riding a Bikeshare bike to H street to check out the $12 ramen place, possibly tweet about it - so trendy, right... As I rode down the street, I thought, "Wow, this is so pleasant....Aaaaaah!!" That was sound on repeat in my head as the bike wheel lodged itself in the trolley track on the street.

Rookie H Street mistake! I clutched the handlebars like a sea captain at the helm in a squall, careening wildly. "This is not good," was all I could think as I tried to right the bike, a look of panic surely on my face, but somehow I avoided crashing. I tried to ride off and pretend everything was cool, but a few passersby saw the whole thing. They probably keep a running tally of bikers felled by the trolley tracks.

OK, next time I'll know, stay far far away from the tracks.

Closing thoughts: I'm proud that D.C. is putting time and money into investing in this new technology and really helping it take off. The Bikeshare makes the city so accessible - everything seems within a quick bike ride. All this week, though, I've been reading about crime on the Prince of Petworth blog - shootings and stabbings during the day in crowded places like the Columbia Heights metro station, the National Zoo and 14th and V.

It's so easy to navigate D.C. streets now, but what's the point if you don't feel safe while doing so? I understand that I chose to leave Fairfax and live in the city, and I can't expect it to be as safe as the suburbs. I believe that it's not asking too much for citizens to be able to walk in broad daylight in high-traffic areas without witnessing an act of violence or God forbid, being involved. I don't know the answers to these complicated problems, but I think we should care about a basic level of civility and safety and we should expect our elected leaders to do the same.

Pinkie and the Brain

My awesome friends and coworkers Amy and Prudence got me something for my birthday that I didn't even know I needed but now I know I can't live without.

A hot pink bicycle helmet.

This is so very me and it looks nice when flung on my bright orange couch. I'm wondering, why is my personal style so heavily influenced by the Dunkin Donuts logo?

They gave me the helmet at work, and I was so excited about it that I wore it while sitting at my desk for a little bit, typing on my keyboard and sending emails. Sure enough, the CEO of our company happened to walk by my cubicle at that moment, as I'm sitting in my chair wearing a hot pink helmet. He looked at me, but he didn't say anything.

Tour de Pedestrian

The incline on Massachusetts Avenue toward the National Cathedral isn't terribly steep, but that hill just goes on forever. I was riding up the hill on my bike on Friday, just taking my time and daydreaming as I pedaled along the sidewalk. Then I heard a voice behind me say, "On your left."

It was a jogger.

Ohhhhhhhhh no, I am not going to be passed by someone on foot when I am riding a bicycle. I think I actually muttered "Oh no!" out loud when I saw her. Legs pedaling furiously in cartoon motion, I inched out ahead and managed to retain some of my dignity.