happiness is an old bike
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Toronto, 2017.12.09
I picked up the 25-year-old bike I'm using for the winter, today - I'd forgotten how light it is. Try as I might, I couldn't wrest the pedals off my "three seasons" bike - that's what I get for riding on the salty streets of Toronto with my good bike. So in addition to the slightly smaller 26" wheels, I'll be pedaling on the small steel pedals that came with the bike when Jon bought it in '92.