Well I’ve gone and got myself a bicycle. (Or, as the husband would have it, as he is the only gainfully employed one of us, HE has bought me a bike.) It’s purple (not surprisingly) and I’ve called it Frankie as it is an Avalon bike.
I’ve never been much of a cyclist, mainly because my parents wouldn’t let me have a bike after the age of about 10 so I never managed to get any confidence in cycling on the road. However, the area I’m living in is incredibly flat and the weather is good, two things that make it a much easier and more pleasurable activity. Considering America is very much set up for the car driver, it is surprisingly safe to cycle around here. You can cycle on the pavements along the larger roads (unlike the UK), but there are a lot of nice quiet backroads that you can pootle along as well (with some amazing houses to gawp at along the way), and because all the roads are so much wider than UK ones, there is a lot more space for a car to overtake a bike without forcing the rider off the road. You just have to look out for the drivers turning right on a red light (which is legal here) as they are supposed to stop (and most of them do) for cyclists who are correctly using a pedestrian crossing, however it’s still going to be a bit of a mess if they don’t stop in time.
So Frankie has been escorting me to the library and the shops, as well as just out for fun with my friends on their bikes. The nicest place to cycle has definitely been along the oceanfront, chatting en route, and ending with coffee and cake. So the usual girly social event but with a bit of exercise along the way. What’s not to like?