This Old Bike

Five Borough Bike Tour

Huddled at the starting line of the Five Borough Bike Tour in 2000

Last month, Mary, over at Mary Melange, challenged a group of us to write about cycling during June. In trying to match her pace, I began with a story about my short stint on two powered wheels. I spent less than three years on a motorcycle. On the other hand, I have been riding a bicycle for almost 60 years, and I’ve been riding one particular bike for almost 40. Oh, I almost forgot, in retaliation for making her write about trains, Mary requested a poem. Let’s get that out of the way:

Coast to coast to coast
Thirty eight years and counting
Sturdy two-wheeled friend

My first bike was a green hand-me-down consumer-quality kid’s bike. My brother and my dad taught me how to ride on two wheels by starting me down the hill that was our yard. They urged me to figure out the Coaster brakes, or aim for the fence. Both better options than running into the creek that ran along the back of our property.

I wrote about this bike before, but I like the story. I tore up the sidewalks around our house on that bike until one very bad day. I ran into a telephone poll and split the fork wide open. Ball bearings littered the street and I was devastated.

It got worse.

When my dad came home from work the next day, he said “I stopped by Uncle Al’s and picked up a bike for you today” – that was bad news! Al’s kids were both girls. Sure enough it was a 24” girl’s bike and it was pink. Not just pink, the sickly kind of pink with white accents that screamed “Barbie rides a bike just like this!

My father wasn’t going to let me get beat up for riding a pink girl’s bike. He welded a crossbar in place and he painted the entire contraption black. I rode that bike for several months, but for Christmas, my parents gave me a 26” three-speed English Racer. The bike was too big for me, but it was the last bike they were buying.

You’ll grow into it.

The first summer on that bike required starting and stopping near a step, or a curb, or a log, or choosing one side to which I would fall slightly before awkwardly stumbling off the bike. I grew into that bike, and I rode it until I graduated from college.

After starting my first job, I was ready to buy my own bike. I began a lengthy research project, visiting stores, taking test rides and asking friends (no Internet in 1978). The leading contenders were Motorbecan and Fuji. I settled on a Fuji Grand Tourer because it was available in a 27” size, which fit me perfectly.

As mentioned in the poem, I moved this bike from Queens, New York to Seattle, Washington and back to Hartford, Connecticut.

When our daughter was born, I outfitted this bike with a baby seat. I rode around town, with Faith on the back saying “go faster daddy.” Going downhill, “go faster daddy” and I would ease off the brake. Going uphill, “go faster daddy” and I pedaled harder.

When Faith got her own set of two wheels, we started riding the Windsor Locks Canal Path together. The path was in a miserable state of repair, and I parked my touring bike, with its 1 1/8” 90 PSI tires for a cheap mountain bike from Sears. For the next 10-12 years, I still rode the Fuji around town, but it was starting to show its age. As we started preparing to ride in the New York Five Borough Bike Tour, I looked into getting a new bike. The Fuji had cost $700 in 1978 – I dreaded the thought of what it would cost to replace it in 2000.

To my surprise, “Mike the Bike,” owner of Bloomfield Bike suggested I bring the Fuji in and let him look at it. “That’s a great bike, and I can still get all the parts. So unless you really want to spend a lot of money on a new bike, I’d keep the Fuji.”

Mike’s staff cleaned, adjusted, tweaked, replaced and repaired everything on that bike for under $200. A few months later, we returned to the city where I bought it and it carried me over the Verrazano Narrows Bridge.

I’m still riding the bike, but neck and shoulder injuries have made riding painful. My physical therapist, a man in his 20s, said: “I wouldn’t want to discourage anyone of your advanced age from getting exercise, but riding that bike is probably the worst thing you can do.” I think it’s time to visit Mike again to see about converting it into a more upright ride.

About Dan Antion

Husband, father, woodworker, cyclist, photographer, geek - oh wait, I’m writing this like I only have 140 characters. I am all those things, and more, and all of these passions present me with opportunities to observe, and think about things that I can’t write about in other places. I have started this blog to catch the stuff that falls out, overflows and just plain doesn’t fit the other containers in my life.
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44 Responses to This Old Bike

  1. joannesisco says:

    You know that reading this post about cycling is killing me, right? It doesn’t help that I can hear Husband downstairs spinning on the trainer :(

    You’ve had a long and healthy relationship with your bike, Dan. Bravo!
    … although your PT deserves a slap for his crack about “advanced age” ;)

    Several months ago I had my bike adjusted to a kinder profile to compensate for my long-time shoulder issues – the opposite shoulder from the one I just broke. It really made a big difference to my comfort level on long rides and I recommend it … for those of us of *advanced age* :)

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    • Dan Antion says:

      I’m sorry about the timing Joanne. I was holding out for a ride on the Canal Path. It opened, but only just this weekend and the timing didn’t work. I am going to get the bar adjusted. I’m getting more and more wary of riding on the roads around here, but it’s really the only option I have, unless I cart the bike to a trail. I would have smacked the PT, but I did still need his skill-set at the time.

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  2. bikerchick57 says:

    I made a little frowny face at the “advanced age” remark. What the heck?

    Nice post, Dan. I love how you’ve stayed dedicated to your Fuji bike over so many years. It gives me hope that I can ride the Kona for another 20. It’s a good plan to get the Fuji adjusted for your issues. It really will help.

    Bonus points: 500 for riding in a marathon in NYC with so many people. That would scare me.

    1,000,000 for your poetry. Excellent.

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  3. GP Cox says:

    In the heat we’ve been having, I’ve been reduced to riding my stationary bike – sad, isn’t it?!

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  4. When I was a kid I was all over the place on my bike. But that was before you had to wear special clothes, and in a small town where there weren’t so many cars on the road.
    Have a marvelous Monday. Hugs.

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  5. Delighted to read about your journey with the bicycle. Loved the pictures. Especially, the one with Twin Towers. I never participated in any such challenges, you know I’m a highly reserved person. I’m completely open to the ones I love and trust and for the world I am like – Excuse me do I know you? My parents never officially bought me a bicycle, so I used others bicycles including cousins who were girls. I often ride their Barbie pink LadyBird bicycles without any shame. After all, I was never bothered about what people think.

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    • Dan Antion says:

      You have great confidence, Sharukh. I would have been mortified riding that pink bike. I was so happy when he “fixed” it for me. We love New York, and this was a fun way to see the city and to ride where you normally can’t take a bike. They stage a series of rolling road closures to get the group through the city and over the bridges. It was fun.


  6. Paul says:

    “Advanced age”?!? Pffft. Ignore that punk. Probably pedals around on a pink Barbie bike. Ride on, Dan!

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  7. Super post, Dan. The pictures took me back to my time in the NYC area. Those twin towers gave me a tear. I’m still riding and you might want to look at a 3G coaster bike. It has an upfront configuration that allows an easier ride for the biker. (no hunching over). Thanks for this.

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  8. joey says:

    I don’t LOVE riding a bike. I like it fine and do it often enough, but I don’t LOVE it. Even when I was a kid, and rode all over Hell’s Half Acre, it was just a faster way to do it.
    It’s nice you have such a passion for it…especially considering your advanced age… O_O I really can’t jibe with that label.

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    • Dan Antion says:

      Ha – thanks Joey. You kids know how to hurt a guy :) I love riding, but I’ve always, ALWAYS ridden more on the road, and that is getting progressively more dangerous as time goes by. I think what I like is that, on a bike, you’re really alone with your thoughts. There aren’t many places to do/be that these days. I was sad during the last Bike Tour we did, to find so many people talking on their cell phones during the ride. I mean, for a few hours, you can’t be quiet?

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      • joey says:

        I get that stillness of the mind bit. It is sad, yes. But then, often when I’m out doing anything, people are on their phones.
        Yes, we don’t do much cycling here, it’s too busy/dangerous. We have to drive to walk at length, too.

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  9. Great stories and images about your bikes, and ride of the Five Boroughs.

    I’ll never forget my first 2 wheeler and learning to ride it. My first 10 speed,and first mountain bike. Like never forgetting how to ride a bike I think I’ll always remember these firsts bikes.

    I haven’t ridden my bike in years now. The tires are flat and it’s dusty and dirty from non use. Still I don’t dare get rid of it! You never know when I might get an urge to ride around the neighborhood again. :)

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  10. reocochran says:

    I always like to hear about my friend’s personal stories. Nice short haiku poem. I am so happy your Dad didn’t make you ride a girls “Barbie pink” colored bicycle, Dan.
    Now, my son frequently borrowed his sister’s since he was especially rough on bikes. His “payback” came when Felicia started riding his shorter style dirt bike. She wore a Duke U Jersey, short hair and a ball cap on so the new girls across the street didn’t realize she was also a girl until they went back to school!
    I especially like Faith and you together. I must add to Joanne, so sorry she has to hear a bicycle story after her railroad track’s accident!

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    • Dan Antion says:

      Thanks Robin. I am sorry about the timing for Joanne. I used to ride a friend’s little dirt bike. I think we called then spider bikes. It was fun but I couldn’t ride it for long. I spent hours on my bike growing up.


  11. Great post…I loved what your Dad did to convert the pink, no bar bike into a boys black one!! I grew up with a bike and had one until our girls out grew theirs and started driving…miss it!! Been thinking about getting one again…..

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  12. Great bike story and even better ‘Faith memories.’ Advanced age? About fifteen years ago, a person referred to me as ‘relatively youthful.’ Ah, to hear that again. :-)

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    • Dan Antion says:

      Thanks Judy. If he wasn’t going to have multiple opportunities to bend me and decide how much weight and how many reps, I might have slugged him. I’m trying to remember what 60-somethign sounded like when I was 26.

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  14. dweezer19 says:

    Great post Dan! I love biking. I think you should get it remodeled to suit your new and improved body demands. 😉

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  15. Aunt Beulah says:

    I like this. You, Mike, and your Fuji are making a stand against our throw-away culture and built-in obsolescence. Yay!!

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  16. Val Boyko says:

    Perhaps the young therapist had a Penny Farthing in mind. 😆
    If you love it, find a way to make it work while honoring your body!

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