susanstinson

Martha Richards, founder and director of The Fund for Women Artists, is a cyclist -- she's got an electric bike and a folding bike and all sorts of snazzy accessories. We run into each other biking around town a fair amount, and I've been talking to her about my quest for a bike light that runs on the power generated by the wheels, which are much more common in Europe than they are here.

Well, as an act of generous cycling solidarity, she not only told me where to find a generator light (that's a pretty great bike site, in general), she got one for me, and is going to install it on Sunday! Fingers crossed that everything fits, but, with sunlight ending before five around here these days, that's big news. And very nice of Martha.

Pedaling has been getting harder. And my tires have been low. With some nudging by my beloved -- sadly, I've been a little intimidated by my bike pump, but she was right: it's just not that hard -- I finally put air in the tires, and shazam!, I am once again gliding along.

I was walking my trike down the sidewalk, looking for a place to park it, when everyone was gathering for dinner with technodyke last week. beatgoddess said, "Oh look, you brought the magic trike." The first thing technodyke, who had recently been in NYC but lives in Portland, OR, said to me when I met her was, "bounce_n_jiggle told me to try to steal that trike."

My trike is silent and sturdy in the face of all this attention. It continues to shine.

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