We showed all the various accoutrements: the rear rack and coffee cup holder on Mindy's bike and the fenders and permanent lights on my bike. Then Mindy said something I thought was curious and stuck with me throughout the day. She noted that when she had a car it was a station wagon, and it was like another closet. Her bike and its cup holder and rack, with a yoga mat strapped to it, was really just a sort of "station wagon" and my bike, with its fancy lights, slick wheels, fixed gear. was more of a "sports car"-- a cheap Italian sports car.
|Villano Single Speed w/ Flip-flop rear hub|
Now, as a writer, I'm sort of fascinated by words, by how words work. So here's a mode of transportation that really didn't become even mainstream until maybe 70 years ago, but we know what a sports car is; we know what a station wagon is, and what they say about their respective owners. Perhaps with time we'll have to explain the rare car with words like, "His car is sort of a Fixie," or "His friend drove us up the mountain in his car that's like a "mountain bike" or "We put all this gear in a "cyclecross" kinda car."
Sounds strange doesn't it? But isn't that the transition I am hoping to make? It's not just trading my car in for a bike; it's changing how I interact with the world, how I see the world. And for that, language is a good place to start.