Yesterday I set out to bike to the library and pharmacy on my new steed. I was so determined to fix up my old bike to use for errand running, but then I saw the Kona Africabike. I had to have her. I went back to the bike shop to test her out on Wednesday, and she came home with me. Reasonably priced and durable as all get out, this bike makes me feel like I am twelve years old--coaster brakes, three speeds, and matte black, just like my childhood hand-me-down-banana-seat bike.
To top off my immediate attraction, I read the brochure that came with the bike. For every two bikes sold, one will be delivered to help out health care workers in Africa.
I don't talk about it much, but a big dream of mine is to spend a few months in Africa at an AIDS orphanage. I had planned to go to Ghana in spring 2002 to teach English, but 9/11 and a chance for my then-husband to tour in Germany, followed by our subsequent separation nixed those plans for me. So until I can live that dream, I'll ride my Africabike around my little CT town and imagine how useful the half a bike that I sent over is.
I loved my first errand run on her; she's a tough gal. Hills are not so easy on her, but they'll just make me stronger. On flat stretches, though, she's a dreamboat.