I had occasionally biked around London using their famous Boris Bikes (which should actually be called “Ken Bikes” since he’s the Mayor that developed the idea, but hey), so I thought I knew the drill: lots of buses you’d want to avoid, drivers were mostly OK, it should be fun.
I kept saying to myself that I should get my own bike, but it took me almost two years of procrastination to finally make the move and do it.
And I got a foldable one–a Brompton. It took six weeks to be delivered because I wanted an specific colour AND three gears, and that wasn’t any of the configurations they had in stock so… custom order it was.
When I took it home for the first time, I thought I’d be unable to walk the next day. Ahhh the pain! It’s funny how little attention we pay to some things when we’re pedestrians–that street that you walk without really caring too much about it has actually a bit of a slope. So try biking along that sustained slope when you’re not trained, and your legs will notice.
If taking the bike home the first day had been exhausting, I was totally sure that I wasn’t ready to bike to work, which was a longer way. So what I did was “training” around my neighbourhood on week-ends and some days that I’d work from home (so I’d get some fresh air!). It was also a great chance to practice lifting the folded bike downstairs, unfolding it, and after the ride, folding and lifting it up. I can do that quite fast now, but the first days it was a complete disaster! (Specially the first day–picture me googling “how to unfold a brompton bike” on the street).
— ♬ súpersole (⚆︿⚆) (@supersole) November 6, 2014
Finally one day I thought: that’s it, I’ll bike to work tomorrow!
And I did it.