It is with a heavy heart that I tell you of the passing of…uh…oh…I can’t believe it, she didn’t even have a name…I never gave her a name.
My stationary bike died a noisy screechy death at approximately 11:45 am on 9/28/2011. She is survived by only me, as I was the only one that used her regularly. I will remember her fondly as daily she took me nowhere fast. In the chaos of my life she provided a few minutes a day that where mine and mine alone. She was not only good for my body, but for my mind and soul as well. Together we took trips of fancy as I read.
She will not easily be replaced as she was small, foldable, and could be tucked away in a corner, plus I’m broke and can’t afford to replace her. Her “corner” will seem like a barren wasteland without her handlebars to grace it.
I can say, I have no regrets. I rode her and did not ever use her as an impromptu coat rack.
My friends, if you have a stationary bike in your life…ride her well. You just never know when she will take her last trip to nowhere.