I was born and raised in Portland, the unofficial (or maybe it is official?) cycling capital of the world, I spent many an hour riding around my neighborhood as a kid, and I’ve owned at least one bike throughout my entire life. And yet, I still couldn’t show you how to fix a flat tire if my life or journey home depended on it.
Last August I moved out of America’s most bike-friendly city to a city 3,000 miles away that ranks at number eighteen, a city that beat its record for most snowfalls during the winter that I moved here, and here I am embarking on a mission to revamp my old-ass craigslist bike.
Since I’m starting at the very beginning with this blog I feel like I should start at the very beginning with this bike. Here she is:
The stellar crew at Bicycle Revolutions will be my go-to team for all things maintenance and I will function as the cosmetic director…
Step 1: Make things pink.
Step 2: Actually learn how to fix a flat.