we’ve only been here 2.5 years, but our experience with bicycles here in the big c seems to grow daily. thus, i will give you simple bullet items and only 1 story.
-bought 3 & rented dozens
-had one stolen at the police stand
-snapped off numerous peddles while riding
-snapped off 1 seat while riding (ouch!)
-broken many other seats, but at least they stayed on while I was riding
-blow out numerous tires while riding
-had numerous ornaments and other objects placed on the bikes so that we can better recognize them – stolen!
-have had our bikes so caked in dirt, that we cannot determine where our bikes were
-raced many different kinds of construction vehicles, I always manage to beat the tank type front end loaders.
-had to weld the pedal to the gears so that my bike would move forward.
-constantly told that the reason my bikes keep breaking is that i’m too big – it’s not a quality problem.
-discovered that gear shifters are only for decoration J
today’s experience was all brand new. i (jarod) decided that since my classes are finally over – i should go for a bike ride for exercise. in front of me were some abandoned buses that were being repaired, and they were lining the side of the road i was on. i was keeping an eye out to see if people were on the buses, but they all appeared empty. i was looking at the buildings around me when bam! i found myself stumbling along the ground to keep my feet, and when i turned around i saw my bike skidding to a halt and another man laying flat on the ground. his friends came across the street to laugh at him, and i asked if he was okay, but in my mind i was trying to figure out what happened. i also noticed that my face and right side was all wet, so I was looking for his water bottle, but… there wasn’t one. All his other stuff was laying all over the street, but no water. i then realized that it was his spit all over my face and arm!! yuck!! it turns out that the exact moment i was going by his bus, he decided to show off for his friends by jumping off, and since i was twice his size – he’s the one who got mowed down. he laid flat on his face for a few minutes. i laughed the rest of my 45 minute bike ride, but i also noticed that he broke my handle bars. oh well – it’s the price you pay for entertainment here. J
below is a picture of me trying to fix the damage.