I have never had so much fun traveling to a meeting downtown, the bank, and the dentist. I smiled at Republicans. I whistled church hymns. I winked at men attached to their iPhones and their football games. I high-fived girls in skinny-jeans. I hugged PC-users. I saw my reflection and Halle Berry stared back.
If you want to inject giddiness, carefreeness, and love-for-all’ness into the mundane, the routine, the everyday, do yourself a favor — get a Dutch bike [also known as an upright or a cruiser]. I fell in love with them when I borrowed Uncle Dan’s in Denver and college-friend Erin’s in Amsterdam this summer. But I already had a bike. A Lady with Two Bikes? Who am I?!? Someone who lunches at Gibson’s, sips cosmos, and buys jewelery somewhere other than Kohl’s? I resigned myself to being a wistful Lady with One Bike.
But then last Friday, I was hurriedly and weirdly shooed out to Boyfriend’s garage. An early birthday present! And our Amsterdam friends, in town for the weekend, verified it as authentic-Dutch. Bliss.
New Dutchies are expensive. Troll Craigslist [“criusers” appears to be the best keyword to search with]; there are a lot of seemingly good deals out there. If you already have a bike, sell it. Give it away. Or become You with Two Bikes. On a cruiser, you’re ten pounds lighter, your teeth are whiter, and everyone wants to be your friend.