Wanna hear a secret? Here goes: I don’t know how to ride a bike.
It’s not for lack of trying – believe me, I’ve tried – but it seems I’m just not cut out for it. I’ve never lived in a place where cycling was a particularly viable or popular mode of transportation, so for the most part, this hasn’t bothered me too much.
Till yesterday. When I saw this in a shop:
I nearly bought it on the spot, knowing full well that I’d probably only ever be able to push it around as an accessory (possibly along the streets of NYC in hopes of getting stopped for a photo by the Sartorialist). I was so taken with it that I even asked the saleslady if training wheels could be attached, much to her bemusement.
The answer was no, by the way – and if I were more poetically inclined, I might say that the sound my heart made when breaking was a lot like the tinkling of a bicycle bell.