I bought this bike two or three years ago when gas was like $5/gallon and I thought it might be a good way to save money. At the time, I lived like two miles from work, was commuting whopping 10 minutes a day and filled my gas tank up every two months or so. In hindsight, I didn’t really need to save money on gas and a $500 bike was certainly not adding any jingle to my piggy bank.
It should be noted that my brother pointed this out to me the day I bought the bike and I told him of course he wouldn’t understand and to stop being such a wasteful Earth-hating Republican.
At any rate, I bought the bike. I wanted it in black with a brown seat because I am a neutral kind of girl but that one was like $1000. So I asked for it to be ordered in green and then customized with a white seat, handlebars and big gaudy bubble tires. It arrived in orange. Bright orange. Too impatient to wait for them to re-order, I just took it.
It will horrify some, but I didn’t wear a bike helmet as a kid so when I bought this bike I didn’t get one either (even though the sales guy pushed it really hard). I got not 15 feet from the store, almost got hit by a car, nearly flew over the handlebars to stop that from happening, and immediately turned around to go purchase a helmet.
It’s white and makes me look like a storm trooper. And I wear it every time I ride.
I’m aware I look straight up ridiculous dressed as a storm trooper riding this tacky orange beach cruiser in urban settings, but I need to get at least $500 worth of gas mileage out of it.
Yesterday I took my tacky bike down to the park to enjoy a lovely lunch of massaged kale salad with tofu, edamame and cantaloupe. And then I pedaled back to the Galactic Empire.