My very first bike was everything a girl could ask for: super-pink, super-Barbie, complete with spokey-dokes and training wheels. When you’re a 5 year old girl, what else could you possibly want from a bike? Even more than riding it, I enjoyed getting it stuck in the sand on the side of the road, effectively turning it into a stationary bike. When that wore off (and after a traumatic trip into the rock garden), I graduated to two wheels. Again, it was less about the ride, and more about how much fun it was to runn over soda cans and pretend to be riding a dirt bike.
When I moved to Boston in 2006, the little girl riding her bike around the neighborhood was long gone. At that point, I don’t think I had ridden a bike in about 7 years. What blew my mind was the idea of people zipping up lanes and weaving through cars in a city with traffic, commotion, and so many things to consider! “These people have to be crazy,” I thought along my daily 2 hour commute consisting of a bus, 2 trains, and a shuttle just to get from my neighborhood to school. But they were the crazy ones. Looking back, I wish I could have grasped the beauty of riding bikes so much sooner.
As I got more comfortable with the city and made more two-wheeled friends, I realized that public transportation and driving just weren’t cutting it. I decided to give bikes another try. Now I ride everyday to work, plus whenever weekend activities call for it.
I’ve always known that I wanted to work with my hands. The way I see it, the dirtier my hands are, the better the day must have been. I love that I get to work everyday with people who share that same incredible passion for what they do. I don’t think I’ve ever worked somewhere that I can genuinely say I really liked everyone. Not only do we make awesome bikes, but we’re also some pretty cool people if I do say so!
I’m a painter! I’m also a pretty mean organizer if anyone needs a hand.
I caved after giving up the thought that giving an amateur cyclist like me a Seven was like giving a Maserati to a 16 year-old. I didn’t go the full-custom route, but I have what I imagine would be technically decaled an Axiom. It’s a light, smooth, single-speed; and I feel spoiled riding it. It’s got custom paint and exposed ti with a sparkly blue triceratops—my riding buddy—on the top of my top tube.