Track Bikes

Of all the improbable professions I told my mum I'd like to devote myself to when I grew up (ie: tornado chaser), I never suspected that, as an adult, it would be something as romantic as an East Van hipster/bicycle snob.

What they care about:

-track bikes

-thrift store shopping

-independent music

-the environment

-not brushing their hair

What I care about:

-eating cereal

-my family

-reading

-sleeping with fluffy pillows

You see the discrepancy? I do have a bicycle but it has a basket and a bell and isn't built for speed. I can't carry it over my shoulder like a handbag as I so long to do because the frame is too thick. I don't venture out in the winter, earning me the reprehensible standing of Fair Weather Rider. And I enjoy nothing more than pedalling leisurely along companionably with a friend or two, taking in the view and stopping for an ice cream, which is a definite turn off for fixed gear enthusiasts whose sole aim is speed. In short, I'm just not the stuff bike snobs are made of. Perhaps I'll be a blogger instead?