
I understand now how men love their cars, their motorcycles, and their boats...
my whole life I looked at dudes like they were crazy... thinking how could they LOVE an automobile or bike? Well, I get it now... I completely get it; for I am in love with a bicycle. My bicycle <3
Almost a month ago now I drove upstate and saw on the way, my love... my bike... I have always wanted a vintage bike. For as long as I can remember I loved their smooth lines and superior design. When contemplating a bike I loved the new Schwinn's the most. The ones modeled after the vintage ones, all shiny and new... pink even! I thought about it, drooled over them in the stores... but never purchased one. Too expensive anyways, not to mention I just felt like someday a real one would come to me. And it did. Ask and you shall receive, remember?
On my way upstate I get off the highway half way through opting for winding country roads that have known me for 29 years. My whole life I have traveled these same roads, over and over again until I could probably drive them with my eyes closed. I remember the first time I actually drove on these roads myself... no longer a child in the back seat (or passenger seat). It was surreal, but felt oh so natural. Every time I drive up to visit my family, no matter how many times I have seen a twist or turn... the same antique shop or diner... I see something new.
I saw two really cool things on this one particular day.
First I saw sculptures that were never there before! this is not a wonderful picture as I wanted it to be... as it is still mid winter and everything is drab; but you will get the idea. I fully plan on this spring, when everything is green... to visit these sculptures and take pictures of myself doing the same poses.

(these metal sculptures are upward of 10 feet tall each)
Then second thing I saw... a bicycle... love at first sight I tell you, love at first sight! Pitter patter my heart boomed and raced inside this bird cage chest. There it was, my bike! It was mid week when I took this trip and no antique shops are open during the week in these tiny one blink towns - but there it was, leaning up against a bush chained down. It was lovely. At this point I had no idea what kind of bike it was, what price it was, or if it would be there when I returned the following weekend... but I decided right then and there that if it was... I would stop and make it mine.

The next week came and passed and we packed up and took off for another trip on my familiar roads. It was there... waiting for me... and the little antique shop which was inside a white house (original door) was open... OPEN! I pulled over, smiling with excitement... after all, I had thought about it and talked about it all week. I stepped out of the car, pranced up the steps petting the dog that laid in the doorway on the way in. Behind a desk seated low, was a man probably in his 60's. Long hairwith ringlets at the end were tied back in a low ponytail. He was obviously an old hippie who loved to collect and pick and sell junk (NOT JUNK - TREASURE). I felt an instant bond with the man. His seat must have been a stool for he sat so low, but when he stood was quite tall. I inquired about the bike and he said, "The bike was $80, I knocked it down to $60, but you can have it for $50"... and the sale was made. He held my bike until the next day for me, even bringing it in to clean it up (how kind!). He was so sweet and I caught him smiling to himself as we drove away with my love in the trunk. I think he was happy he sold it to me
(I plan on sending him a thank you note and picture of it once I have spruced her up)
My bike ended up being a 1964 Schwinn Typhoon! built in October of that year.
(She had a serial number!)


In my imagination I am a teenager in the year 1964. I have just purchased my first bike, saved up all year for it... back then it cost $39.95, which was a lot! while riding my bike I stop at the record store and buy The Beatles first album and I am eager to speed home on my red beauty to listen to " I wanna hold your hand" (which I hum while paying for the record). Deeper still in my imagination this bike returns to me in my next life (this one), on the side of the road waiting... for me to notice it. We meet again and I understand love for the inanimate.

My Schwinn has everything original. She will be getting new tires, a replacement (but vintage) Schwinn badge to replace the missing one... and a back rack and front basket. I am so excited to love this bike in the way it is meant to be and once before was loved. I will not alter it's paint or make it shiny again. I love it just the way it is. So yes, all you men out there... I get it. I truly get it, I love my bike (love love love)

I will share my bike with you once we put everything on her. I plan on riding her this spring wearing the cat's on bike's fabric I designed for this week's Spoonflower contest. If you would like to vote for it, I would truly appreciate your time. Vote here.

Enjoy your weekend, find time to relax and take a nap even!