Mon vélo français

I've decided that I'm a huge fan of biking. I'm not preparing myself for the Tour de France or anything like that, but these past few days, I've really enjoyed having my bike. Europe, well at least France (the only EU country I've been to), is very into cycling as a form of transportation. All the main roads—even the multi-lane ones—have a bike lane and one is even allowed to bring their bike with them on the SNCF trains (but then again, you can bring your dog on the train too... so who knows). Furthermore, there are bike racks everywhere. One whole side of the university building is a huge bike rack and by mid-day, it's almost full. Aside from that, any pole/fence in town can—and does—become a bike rack for cyclists to stop an have a cup of coffee or do their grocery shopping.

That's another thing. With the success and widespread usage of bikes as a means of literal transportation—not just for fun—there are also more accessories than I could have imagined to put on them. I'm currently on the search for either a pannier (basket) or a back thing (porte-baggage...can't think of the English word. I fail). It's possible for me to carry my bag while I bike, but it would be much nicer to stash it somewhere. Also, a basket would be super helpful when I do my grocery shopping etc. This desire for a basket amuses me as I remember being little and having a basket was super nerdy. Not the case here.

Also, until coming to France, I didn't realize just how many different types of bikes exist. My bike (which I feel I should name... I'm accepting suggestions) is apparently a "vélo polyvalent" meaning that it's good for the city and mild off-road use. Also, at the store, they had a bike for sale that was 1500 euros... which is, oh, over twice as much as my car cost me. According to Michel, that one isn't even "that expensive." Pfft.

Anyways, just thought I'd share my new outlook on how awesome having a bike is. Allows for a breeze and, even better, lets me leave the house 15 minutes later. Though I will say, riding it intramuros (inside the ramparts on the little streets) is a little like playing Frogger. Trying not to run over a pedestrian is a challenging task requiring lots of maneuvering and concentration. I truly don't understand the cyclists that ride at a decent clip en ville and just ring the bell... Oh well. Maybe it'll get more comfortable with time. Who knows.


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