I used to be an avid bicycle commuter. That is, I rode my bike to high school every day, refused to get a driver’s license, and told everyone that cars are evil.
I worked in a bicycle shop for a couple years. It was a miserable business. I learned a lot about what to in the retail business by seeing that place do it wrong.
I also got to purchase a bicycle near cost. I bought a Bridgestone MB2. Yeah, that’s the tire company. Oddly, Google can’t find an official site for this line of bikes. The thing that made them special is that they would mix-and-match the line of parts used. Compared to a similarly priced bike, they’d use lesser crankarms, but better derailleur. The latter affects the quality of the ride more, so you end up with a better bike for the price.
A few months after I bought the bike, I was hit by a car. I was riding home at night, after doing research at the library for a paper on Asimov Robots. I broke the car’s headlight with leg, slid up the hood, spider-cracked the windshield with my back, slid off (scraping my back on the way), and landed elbow-first on the pavement. From beginning to end I traveled about 100ft. No broken bones, but plenty of pain for a few weeks. The bike was totaled, and replaced with the next model year.
It’s 12 years later and I just started going to a chiropractor for the first time. I wish I had gone then, maybe I would be in better condition. Better late than never.
It was actually the second time I got hit by a car while bicycling. The first time I was riding in a bike lane, and a car turned into a 7-Eleven as I rode by. I was fine, as was the bike.
When I went to college, I replaced bicycling with smoking & drinking. On the one hand, I had a lot more fun. On the other hand, I had a harder time doing fun.
After a decade of decadence, I’m working on taking better care of myself. That includes getting back on the bike. It feels good to come back to something so familiar.