Bikes and stuff.

For about the first time since the third grade, I don't own a bicycle. Well, sorta: the touring bike I mentioned a few days ago that I've already put down a 30% deposit on is as good as purchased. But not having a bike in the house, or available, is nevertheless kind of interesting. And a little strange. And a little sad. (I know this sounds kind of weird, but whatever: I love bikes, and I love cycling.)

I sold my mountain bike/commuter bike/errand bike/half-assed touring bike today for $200. I really think it was a good deal for the buyer, and am happy that he will use it well. I got a lot of good use out of it, and it's time to move on: it just really wasn't the right bike for me, for touring and all the other things I want to do. This, on top of selling my road bike last month for a screaming deal to a friend, has me bicycle-less for the first time since I was a complete dumbass in the early 80s, and I left the lock key to the Mongoose BMX bike my grandmother had given me for Christmas and/or a birthday in the bag attached to the handlebars. While at soccer practice. At an elementary school. Duh.

My one, very slight disappointment is that I now don't have a bike to ride Critical Mass with tomorrow night. Time to work on borrowing a bike!