Beautiful Biking
By: Laura Wells
I've had such a journey with the cycling. Just a few years ago, the idea that I would become as passionate about cycling as I am now would be simply preposterous. How did I get to this place where I voluntarily ride this crazy-steep hill to work everyday...and I still turn out in the office consistently polished and in a dress, heels, lip gloss and perfume? I am not the type of girl to give up my style. That’s the way I ride!
I just took the boys to their evening Christmas school program last week dressed "fancy" as my first grader advised, in a black satin dress, a marabou vest and over the knee high heeled boots. I’ve also recently stepped out to the theatre in a short, satin cocktail dress. And to the bar in my bandage dress and 4” ankle boots.
And my driver’s license is NOT suspended, thank you. I have a nice Mini Cooper, I’d just rather cycle. It's pure JOY.
How can something so bloody brilliant not be so obvious to us all? How did it take me so long to realize this?
So my little revelation goes: I found myself stressed out to the max with hustling traffic, sitting in another hot California commuter standstill, having a heart attack… again. Watching precious minutes tick by, edging closer and closer to the closing hour of my children’s day care program. I was always the last mom to arrive and I was also flat broke at the time. Watching my fuel indicator plummet was another heartbreak I did not need. And yet another point bearing on me was that our compound at work was experiencing a lot of construction and development and many parking lots were closed. I was now parking 1/3 of a mile away from my office.
I sat there in my car that day, thinking hard and pensively waiting for a traffic signal to turn green for probably the fourth time before I could actually squeeze my Mini Cooper over its gridlocked crosswalk. I began to mentally add time. I imagined sewing together the strings of minutes, into hours, and days and then months, of time spent sitting in my car. Time not spent with my children. Time not spent on my home, with my friends, time not spent taking care of myself. Time lost forever.
The math: I sat in this unhealthy anxious state inside my car for 2-3 hours per day covering a meager total of only 18 miles. I even tracked the time I spent circling, parking, and tramping from my car to my office each day: 45 minutes!
I was too exhausted, too busy to make it to the gym and it was showing. My back hurt. I added up my car payment, my insurance, maintenance and gas and it really dawned on me that my car was not making my life easier.
Then a colleague who is avid road cyclist gave me an abandoned bicycle. And I began to ride.


Latest Comments
high heels
Posted by cara February 14, 2012 09:52:25
Biking in fashion
Posted by Adelaida January 20, 2012 15:12:38
mom bikes in heels
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Karen Voyer-Caravona
January 20, 2012 12:58:31
What to wear conundrum
Posted by Laura Wells January 20, 2012 12:46:14