It’s December. My bike is sitting in the shed. Last summer I dropped it in my boyfriend’s driveway and broke one of the windshield clips (or is it a clamp?) It’s filthy, and I’m sure my saddlebags are filled with random hair ties, socks, and chapstick.
In the last two summers since I learned to ride I’ve accumulated a lot of gear, mostly in an effort to protect myself from juvenile errors that I assume I’ll make, like when I ran into the mailbox in high school. And the street sign.
A full face and half helmet, leather jacket, boots, light and heavy gloves, day and night sunglasses. My full face helmet fogs up and feels constricting. I can’t find sunglasses that stay in place without leaving ridiculous marks on my face when I wear my half helmet. And my ears get cold. My leather jacket with multiple vents is amazing.When I remember to open and close them. And occasionally I take off without glasses on at all. I’m a rider in progress.
But my bike is perfect. Dirt and all.