Pretty darn proud

So I trot into REI to get Magic fixed because her derailleur is screwed up (and REI canceled the derailleur class for which is signed up the other night, so I don’t know how to do this on my own yet). The man behind me with his fancy bike smiles at Magic and we get…

Run, Attica, run

“Run, Attica, run,” I said out loud that first time I turned left with “the bike in the attic” on the Freedom Parkway path. So it’s easy to understand why we had to stop when Attica and I were Traveling at the Speed of Bike past this new art on the Atlanta Beltline today. This…

Painted pony

I took this bike out of the attic a little over four years ago, after it had been up there for more than twenty years. I named her Attica. She runs like a wild horse, and she has changed my life. (See Chapter 2: The Bike in the Attic in Traveling at the Speed of…

Thanks, Charlie

So the derailleur on Attica was pulling up when I backpedaled, such as when I’d stop at a light and try to get my pedal into “power position” for optimal takeoff after the light changed. I tried to fix it myself. Google had me thinking it was sticky pullies, so I figured out where the…

And yet she’s happy

There is usually a crowd here, but today, no. Some big football game, I hear, may be calling folks elsewhere. The trail stretches out in front of Attica and me, sun dappling through the tree canopy, the first of the fall leaves crunching underneath as we roll over them. We pick up speed, as she…