Fast-forward a few years and I was riding dirt bikes with my parents (yes, Mom too) and going to drag races with my father. Only took but one run down the drag strip in my Dadâ€™s 455 cubic inch Buick to make me appreciate the feeling of rapid acceleration. Fast-forward a few more years and I was gearing up for college in Pittsburgh. While in school, I discovered the novelty and freedom of living combustion-free. I really enjoyed being able to walk or ride everywhere I needed to go. It certainly was nice to know that I was keeping my carbon footprint pretty minimal as well.
Once youâ€™re out the door and on your bike its never really all that bad. Today for instance, 35Âº and moderate rain. By the time I got to work my â€œwaterproof, breathableâ€ clothing wasnâ€™t much of either. I was warm, but pretty damp. Days such as today make the option of driving sound pretty appealing.
As fall gave way to winter this year, I had already decided this would be my last winter without some sort of cage. Enter the precious Civic Hatchback named â€œGeorgeâ€ that Maurice talked about in this Brain Fart. Well, George blew a head gasket. Due to my inability to pass up a good deal, and my desire for a good mechanical challenge, I decided to buy George and try my hand at installing a new head gasket. Could be foolish, might be a money-pit, but itâ€™ll definitely be fun.
In short, Iâ€™m through denying my roots. Iâ€™m back on the internal combustion map, now with a dual sport and about Â¾ of an automobile. Lots of greasy hands and bloody knuckles in my near future. Wish me luck.
Have no fear, I’ll still be pedaling plenty.
Canâ€™t be that hard, right?