He tries to "hop on his bike and take a short ride" every chance he gets.
So when he didn't immediately fix his latest flat and get back out on the road, I knew there was a problem.
Seems the tire had developed a malady that popped the inner tube the minute he put one back into place.
It hissed when Marc put it in the garage. It made a booming sound in the night.
I slowly realized it was time for a new one — a new bike, that is.
(This is after the Trek had been in rigorous service for 20 years.)
Marc has faithfully hit the road for years, working off calories and burning rubber in hot and cold weather.
He has replaced almost every part of the bicycle, especially inner tubes and tires as he has a tendency to run over bullheads. ("I don't know where they come from, Sharon!")
He's been quite happy and tracked himself religiously over the years.
He's ridden to the various canyons and back again. He's biked around Bear Lake a few times. He's flown home from Midway on his wheels.
I sometimes go with him but not often. I slow him down.
I know he loves the speed and the wind in his hair.
He likes to live dangerously, I think.
He does wear a helmet and he will come in out of the rain if he sees lightning.
He claims he doesn't go too fast probably because he can't usually get a top speed of more than 15 miles an hour.
(However, he does tell me the new bike goes faster all by itself!)
But I'm getting ahead of myself.
I asked him if it was time for a new bike and he said, "Maybe."
The next day he had one on hold at the bike shop in town.
There is a bike shortage right now, he told me. One has to move quickly to get the one you want.
We are now the proud owners of a new, sleek Trek that amazingly has everything he wants in a bike.
The old gadgets fit right on.
It's lightweight and very nice.
I'm happy for my husband.
Just not sure if I've been taken for a ride...
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| A man and his new friend. |
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