How many times have you biked our American River Bike Trail in 2012? In your life? For me, the answer for both – regrettably – is only one. And the only proof I have is that I’m the one who took this photo.
I’ve run on the trail before, the 10 miles or so from Discovery Park to Watt Ave., just not biked. And it’s not like I don’t have a bike; I bought mine from the Bike Kitchen months ago. So my heart’s in it, I’ve just never been a bicyclin’ gal. But now I live in a city where every 16 seconds I see another permutation of two or three or four wheels whizzing down the road. I needed some motivation to get in gear, and last weekend it came in the form of that lady pictured at right: my sis-in-law.
My husband’s sister, Giselle, visited us last weekend from Hood River, Oregon. She’s got a view of the Columbia River from her back porch, so we couldn’t let her leave without showing off our Sacramento waterway, too. (And, by the way, that’s my hubby, Gannon, pictured at left.)
So far, when friends and family have visited, we’ve walked the river, perched on the Guy West Bridge to peek at feeding fishes or floated the river with the S.S. Happiness. But I wanted to try something a little different. I brought up the idea of biking knowing that Giselle – an experienced urban biker from her days living in Portland – would be game to see the river via two wheels. Besides, it was about time I got back on my bike myself. I do live in Sacramento now, thank you very much. So with the generousity of our super stupendous neighbors (I love Sacramento neighbors!) who lent us a bike and helmet from their garage for our visitor, we were on our way.
We biked from home to the Guy West Bridge river entrance, racing under the sun and whizzing through trees to find the sounds of wind and water. For such a stunning, sunny day, the trail was calm, and at times felt like our own. We stopped to skip rocks under the Watt Ave. Bridge, then pedaled home with our bellies full from a pit stop at Selland’s.
Before that bike ride, I gave myself excuses to not ride my bike. It’s too cold. My tires look flat. I’m not enough of a two-wheeled phenom to make it in this fast ‘n’ fixie town. My gears skip. It’s not worth the helmet hair.
Really, I think I just needed a little boost of pedal power confidence and a gorgeous bike trail setting to remember what all the fuss about biking in Sacramento is about.
I even rode my bike to work once last week. Helmet hair and all.