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My bit on Bikes

9/20/2017

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PictureMy trusty steed.
We rode our bikes in town about once year. Besides Christmas, it was probably the best day of the year for Thomsen kids. It was always a summer night--usually after a good rain. Dad would load our bikes in the back of his pick-up, and we’d drive into town.

A lot of times we’d stop for our cousin Susan on the way. Five kids squeezed into the cab of a dirty farm pickup. Chris and I were usually sitting on laps, and I remember having the radio controls inches from my face.  How I wanted to change the station from Power 99! Straying from our parents’ beloved oldies radio was forbidden. Today I wonder if all those songs about falling in love with pretty girls would feel as childish if they weren’t the soundtrack of my childhood.

We’d spend a lot of the evening riding through the cemetery. Dad loves cemeteries. He tells us stories of local tragedies and people long dead, from the old country.  


It was a special treat if our grandparents were sitting on their porch when we rode by.  They’d wave, and we’d wave back excitedly, knowing that we’d finish the night there with cookies and Kool-Aid.

When riding through town, we’d take up the whole street. Crossing Brown Ave (the main drag), was the only time we felt any “I hope I don’t get hit by a car” anxiety.

This is all to say, riding bikes in town once a summer did nothing to prepare me for actually riding a bike on a real street in a town larger than three thousand people.

My attempts at riding in Tempe, Lincoln, and Princeton were not that successful. It wasn’t fun, and I was unsure of the rules and where I belonged.

When Teddy, Thom, and Phoebe were little, Kate and I concluded that completing a task efficiently was no longer a priority. “You’ve got to do something to get through the day!” we’d say to each other.

It didn’t matter that walking to town took much longer than driving or biking. When you have little kids, and you’re with them all the time, your task becomes filling the day. You make your outings last as long as possible. It’s the opposite of normal adults, rushing from place to place, squeezing in as many errands during their lunch hour.

My kids are now older, and they all go to school each morning. I’ve become a normal adult, feeling the need to get to everywhere in a hurry.

I ride a bike.

Freiburg is extremely bike-friendly.  They’re everywhere. Bikes ride with traffic alongside the trams and are treated with respect as a moving vehicle. I thought I wouldn’t feel comfortable, but I do.

I enjoy riding a bike here. My favorite is riding home from the gym, in the dark, listening to music. Last night I was feeling so free, jamming to Selena Gomez, that I did two things I usually would never do.


  1. I spit out my gum on the street. It had lost its flavor and without a thought, I propelled it out of my mouth while I was cruising along--no where near a trash receptacle.
  2. I ran a red light. Unintentionally. Then, I didn’t feel bad about it.

It seems riding a bike around Freiburg is my Dr. Jekyll/Mr. Hyde formula.

Hausfrau on foot, but, on two wheels, rebel without a cause.


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8 Comments
katherine
9/21/2017 08:46:26 am

Oh Anne, I'm so glad you're happy riding a bike in Germany! And you should have changed the station in the pickup! You know how much I needed a big sister! I didn't listen to anything but oldies until 11th grade! I'll hear songs from, like, 1992 and be like that's a little before my time. Ha ha!

Hey, Carrie Anne!
Everyone knows it's Windy!
Hey there Georgy Girl!
Please share my umbrella!

These songs do remind me so much of my childhood! Not all of them are childish, though. Today we heard "Bridge Over Troubled Water" on the way to school. "My favorite song," I said to the kids. "Have we heard this at church?" Teddy said. "Maybe just the music." "Maybe," I said. "It does seem like a church song." And as far as songs with girls' names in the title go, "Brandy," now that I'm grown up, seems pretty real to me. Love ya!

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katherine
9/21/2017 08:49:32 am

And check this one out, from the 5th Dimension. It's like literature. Breaks my heart every time.

https://youtu.be/O8WBvoJEznE

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Susan
9/21/2017 03:47:41 pm

Love the trip down memory lane of in town bike rides. Those were the best!

Do you want to start singing "Doe! A deer..." every as you ride there?

Love that you're embracing the bike so much. I'll pretend I didn't' read that about the gum. ;-)

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Abby
9/21/2017 06:29:34 pm

Susan, I thought that same thing. I love everything about this post except the gum. Yuck! I'll pretend I can't picture that.

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Susan
9/21/2017 08:23:51 pm

So glad you've joined the anti-gum side. :-)

katherine
9/21/2017 07:00:02 pm

Susan, nice to see you on here!

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Susan
9/21/2017 08:24:29 pm

Thanks Kate!! :-)

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Ashley
9/25/2017 01:14:57 am

hilarious there at the end ! :) Also, I'm just discovering your blog. yay! Viva la revolucion!

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