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I have always liked bikes. As a teenager in Paris, when everybody else wanted a Vespa, I rode a bicycle. As an adult I rode my bike in Geneva and Montevideo, though probably not as often as I could have. So now, after 11 years in NY and several friend who assure me it's perfectly possible to bike in the city and not get killed, I decided to give it a try. I wanted something cheap, basically, something that I will not regret having stolen from me. I also wanted gears as I thought it would be difficult to only ride downhill. So I checked the bikes at Costco and I checked bikes on line and then yesterday I walked over to K-Mart, the epicenter of coolness, and got me an old-lady bike. And now, and only now, I am reading all about fixies. Gears are tragically out, brakes are for wussies. They sell them at Urban Outfitters, for chrissake! Shouldn't somebody have alerted me to this??? How will I ever summon the courage to walk into a bike shop to have my poor excuse for a bike repaired? It was daunting enough when I thought all I had to face was serious-riders-in-lycra attitude, and now this. Please, if you know of any repair shop that will not smirk at a middle-aged big-assed tragic figure with a K-Mart bike, let me know. Sooner or later I will need one.
