My First Time Wasn't Great

I wasn't going to admit this, but I might as well since it turned out pretty well.

So I bought this bike, you see. I got it from a little second hand store right up the street. They aren't a bike shop or anything, so I wasn't expecting anything really fine tuned. Well there was a cute little one bike that I liked and that was one of the best there, so I bought it. The back brakes weren't great and it made some noises, but hey, it's a pretty simple machine, I can work out the kinks.

I rode to school on Tuesday with my new bike and a lot of courage. I mapped out a route that was quick and had bike paths and I was set. Please understand that the campus of NYU Paris is in the 16th arrondissement on the top of a pretty large hill. Not even a hill, but highlands. So once I cross the Seine (yeah the Eiffel Tower is just to my right), it is that final burst before the finish line. Well I stopped at maybe the steepest part of my journey to look at the map. I must turn left, uphill. So with all my might I SLAM down on the pedal to get started again...

My bike breaks, because that is happen when you are close to a destination and have a certain time you must be there. I take a quick look and I notice the chain is off. No big deal, I fix it and try to proceed. Then I notice the wheel is crooked and rubbing and very strangely off, but I don't know why. Well I was in a time crunch, so I walked my bike to school (while holding the back wheel off the ground) another 12 minutes.

The last two days I have left it at school, wondering how much it would be to get it fixed and where I would go. And hoping and hating it and wishing and sometimes regretting ever buying it.

Well today I took control. I folded my bike in half (yeah it does that) and took it to my friend's house who has a big tool box. I know how a bike works and once I went on a bike trip from the top to the bottom of Michigan in 9 days, so I can get the wheel off myself! Again, a bike is a simple machine and I am good with tools and I refuse to pay any more money.

Well, SUCCESS! I fixed my bike. My hands were dirty, I was sweaty, and I'm sure the bolts weren't happy, but it is done. I even tightened my back brakes, fixed my lights and a part of the petal that was making a strange noise. All I needed was a little elbow grease.

So then I rode home on my bike from my friend's house.

On another note, biking is tiring.