Rockin a Granny Bike Ain't Cool
|I wish I could have done that. Instead I kept my head down in embarrassment.|
In Asia and in my case, Japan. Everyone with an arm and a leg rocks a granny bike. Yes its very uncool, but they don’t look at it that way. They see is as a convenience machine. Little work and big payoff. For small roads its very trustworthy (unless there is large ditches and you drink).
|Rocking a granny bike under any conditions is not cool. I can assure you because I did it for three years. I felt like the Wicked Witch of the West.|
My school assigned me a granny bike to get around. I thanked them, but thought, I hope I can get rid of this ASAP and get something better. My wish came true when one of my Australian friends left after a year. I rocked that wicked witch of the west bike for one full year (my pretties). His bike was a little more manly than the one I had. The tires were bigger and the basket didn’t bend and break when I put stuff in it. Plus it wasn’t rusty, which was sweet. Half decent, kind of.
All bikes in Japan come with a built in lock system. Its a tiny little key that pops out and prevents the bike from moving, if you leave it in, or lose the key you are toast though. I occasionally forget it in.
I had also bought a trusty lock from the dollar store. I figured it’d be like be murder she wrote, only I wrote it and no murder involved (this time). I had double locks so on top of having a somewhat cooler but still granny bike, I figured no one would try and steal it. I thought wrong.
There is a saying about Japan. That Japanese are very honest except for when it comes to two items “Bicycles and umbrellas”. They go missing like you wouldn’t believe. More than once I contemplated informing the local police station “MY DOLLAR STORE UMBRELLA IS MISSING AGAIN I NEED IMMEDIATE ACTION”. My other friend just grabbed someone elses nicer umbrella in retaliation a few times.
One night I locked my bike near a Heiwado Department Store. The sign said “Don’t lock your bike here”. I ignored the sign and parked my bike. I figured with the double lock what’s the worse that could happen.
I didn’t come back till the next day. To my astonishment all the other bikes that were around mine were still there except for mine. It occurred to me, I should have brought the rusty bike the school had lent me so they wouldn't have zeroed in on a somewhat cool granny bike. I just lost my Mustang.
I rocked the rusty blue piece of crap for the remaining two years.
|Don't worry if you fall your helmet will protect you. Oh wait, no helmet. Uhhhh...|
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