Adventures on bike - part 2

Denis’ girlfriend came from Russia this week to visit him, and was staying at Les Deux Alpes ski resort, so he planned to go up Saturday with the ski club, teach his snowboarding lessons, and then stay with them for the remainder of the weekend.

As bikes often get stolen if left overnight anywhere, I offered to make a second trip and ride it home for him when I got home from Les Deux Alpes that night.

His bike has always revealed his “other side.” While normally he appears a very elegant, well-dressed, gentle young European man, he rides a funky cheap bmx bike (brand "TopBike") he bought in Paris last year.

From all the jumps he’s taken it on during his time in Paris and Grenoble, the seat is no longer able to retain its elevation and thus he rides super low. The pedals, also showing symptoms of over-jumping, wiggle to the point that one dares not stand and pedal, and even doubts whether or not they will hold on for the ride home; and it has a consistent and rhythmic squeak at every right downpedal.

And so here I am, late another Saturday night, riding low on a funky cheap bmx bike, rhythmically squeaking and wobbling, in my huge black puff jacket, and feeling quite the thug.

I think I even saw a few people cross to the other side of the street when they saw me coming.