I'm Shasta and I thought I would start my own blog after reading several others here. I find them really interesting and motivating although I don't know if I will ever ride a bike again (bicyclists). I used to love my bike because I would imagine it to be my horse since I couldn't have a real one. I still have my old steed though I don't ride it much as it is a road bike and we now live on dirt roads. It is a Schwinn from (get this) 1979! "His" name is Benjamin. Benjamin should be retired and I should get myself something for gravel, dirt and with a fat assed seat to match my own!
I will tell you though, three summers ago I was traveling to an art workshop I was taking. It was early morning, driving up and down the country back roads when I crested a hill and there it was...a gloriously green Trek racing bike, smack dab in the middle of the road! Just laying there! I jumped out and picked it up, feeling the smoothness, the lightness, taking in the beauty of such a fine gift. It had two towels wrapped around the tires and forks of which I am assuming it had been tied down. I had passed someone in a truck with furniture in the back.
It was a difficult decision as I loaded that beauty into my trunk. I turned the car around and started heading back the way the truck was going. They must have suspected something because they had pulled over a ways up. I pulled up to them and asked if it was their bike which it was.
That was my good deed for the day.