Yeomanlike would be a good word to describe my bicycle.
It’s a “hybrid,” which is a fancy way of describing a machine that’s too slow to compete with a road bike and too wimpy to manage any surface featuring rocks or roots, for fear of popping or bending something somewhere.
Buuuuuuuut… I still beat the heck out of it anyway, while having a blast! Maybe I’m not giving it enough credit.
It doesn’t click into top gear anymore and the right-side handlebar end got shorn off in a small crash last summer.
I ride with the seat as high as possible and imitate a “cyclist” at times.
Typically, I’m single-pannierred and doubled-over, laboring along, dry goods and frozen berries from Trader Joe’s, an acceptable drag on performance.
On occasion, this well-seasoned tool accompanies me on an adventure.
Come thither my trusted steed! We’re off to the North Shore! Crane Beach!
