tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2344981180035127840.post8739354502419631823..comments2023-05-09T06:52:16.263-07:00Comments on Neighborhood Watch: On mourning an object I didn't know I lovedChristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14762814181349108405noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2344981180035127840.post-89715157864830717932010-10-17T23:08:54.685-07:002010-10-17T23:08:54.685-07:00Lovely reading your post, but sorry to hear about ...Lovely reading your post, but sorry to hear about your injury. You know I can empathize. I had to go with the upright a few years ago. We miss you both (you and John, that is) and hope to see you soon. Until then, I'll be reading your blog and happy to have a way to keep up with your life. Much love.Laurelnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2344981180035127840.post-28585567642113056382010-10-08T07:36:14.725-07:002010-10-08T07:36:14.725-07:00Rereading this with the boyfriend metaphor is lead...Rereading this with the boyfriend metaphor is leading to some, ahem, interesting double entendres. Unintentional, I assure you :-). <br /><br />But that conceit definitely captures the core of the thing: I was in the middle of a beautiful, functional relationship with Bike #2, and circumstance, not choice, wrenched me away from it. It's tougher to accept #3 in a case like that, though I'm starting to feel the seeds of a playful crush. We'll see where it goes.<br /><br />@Adriane, I'm not ready to say Never to another marathon ride (there's a rails-to-trails from the DC area to the East Coast I've recently dreamed about), so I'm hanging on to the old bike for now. But what the heck, I might treat myself to a nice dinner anyway. :-)<br /><br />@Brian, trust me. You'll be disabused of this tomfoolery when you see all my grey in December. And never fear, there are plenty of Chicago alleyway trips in our future -- just a little slower than before (all the better for dumpster diving).<br /><br />@John, thanks for being such a booster for Bike #3 (and supporter of your defective wife) :-). It makes more difference than you know.Christyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14762814181349108405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2344981180035127840.post-63101710277380151752010-10-08T07:02:25.629-07:002010-10-08T07:02:25.629-07:00This post should be read by every cyclist (regardl...This post should be read by every cyclist (regardless of age or injury)... As sad as I am to see the old bike go into storage, I'm ecstatic that you and your new S.O. are starting to get along so swimmingly!Johnonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2344981180035127840.post-7906932461696879242010-10-07T22:45:38.203-07:002010-10-07T22:45:38.203-07:001. I did not think of old boyfriends when reading ...1. I did not think of old boyfriends when reading your post.<br /><br />2. What's all this about 40s? I am pretty sure you're like 28 tops. Check your driver's license (if you're old enough to have one of those).<br /><br />3. I still miss the yellow and black banana-seated "wild stallion" bike of my youth. Some hurts become part of your life. I will mourn the loss of your old friend and think fondly of our trips through the Chicago alleyways.briannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2344981180035127840.post-7997711010423218652010-10-07T19:30:17.907-07:002010-10-07T19:30:17.907-07:00I agree with your wise friends. I would also sugg...I agree with your wise friends. I would also suggest selling Bike #2 and going out to get a nice meal with the proceeds, riding Bike #3 to the restaurant. Sort of like a date between you and your new BF. A proper way to ease into the early months of your relationship.Adriane Harrisonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04752403210503787516noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2344981180035127840.post-19051858606250719602010-10-07T17:31:51.403-07:002010-10-07T17:31:51.403-07:00Feeling very lucky to have such incredibly wise an...Feeling very lucky to have such incredibly wise and reassuring friends.Christyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14762814181349108405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2344981180035127840.post-50519835373384483232010-10-07T17:19:42.094-07:002010-10-07T17:19:42.094-07:00I, too, thought of old boyfriends when reading you...I, too, thought of old boyfriends when reading your post, Christy--and I'm so glad to hear that your new BF (bike friend) is already easing some of the pain the old one amplified. It will *definitely* be better to still be riding ten, twenty, thirty years from now on an upright bike than to burn out your body just for the sake of looking hard-core. "Hard core" is the sixty- or seventy-something who's still out there!Rosemaryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10223441754197927551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2344981180035127840.post-22276319787697534262010-10-07T13:23:23.820-07:002010-10-07T13:23:23.820-07:00Well, I must say that your new bike is CUTE. I can...Well, I must say that your new bike is CUTE. I can't help but think of your title--mourning something you didn't know you loved--and then comparing your old bike to so many boyfriends I felt indifferent toward until they dumped me. Self-inflicted blindness, the ache & pain of a bad fit... Here's to being able to look up as you travel these roads!<br /><br />I will also use some of your lines here as a mantra as I enter year 40. :-)lesliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00274006008564412040noreply@blogger.com