As we get closer to the year anniversary of my family becoming cargo bike fanatics, I am aware that of late I have taken the wonderful blessing of Long-tail-edness for granted. It's just a bike to me now. And when people gawk, or ask about the bike, I tend to reply as shocked.
A couple of days ago I was deftly swinging the CBX through a doorway at work and one of my co-workers (who had never seen my Xtracycle) stopped dead in the hall and stared. I had to give the short explanation and the co-worker left, craning her neck back to look at the bike. I remembered then: "Oh yeah! I own the coolest bike ever!"
That night on the way home I tried a new variation commuting through Golden and passed the Golden Bike Shop on Washington. They had an Xtracycle sitting out front. I remembered how much I love seeing an X out in public that's not my own. Even in Golden and Arvada I see very few.
Today I'm on The One. Today I should find out if I won the lottery.
In a completely unrelated and random sidebar: I get the distinct impression that the position of Bicycle Coordinator for the Commonwealth of Kentucky is vacant.
As I was posting this very entry I received an email...
I won the lottery...