Dr. Moe Anderson's Podcast

I was looking at my very old ten-speed bicycle and reminiscing about all the good times we’ve had together. That bike has been through three moves and mile upon mile of exploring neighborhood streets. We’ve sloshed through the muddy trails of Zilker Park in Austin and raced ahead of barking dogs in Minneapolis. I’ve been forced to get a few replacement parts like tires and brakes but mostly it’s the same bike. I’m told newer models are lighter, faster, and easier to transport. My friend has a bike from Tokyo with a tall unicycle-type seat and small tires. It folds like an accordion. Rah. I don’t care. My bike is irreplaceable. The seat of my bike is molded comfortably to my shape. The grips on the handlebars fit my fingers like custom gloves. We have history. I know my bike. I know it’s hard to shift gears if the chain is too tight so I let up on my stroke to adjust the tension when I upshift or downshift. When anyone else rides my bike, invariably the chain comes off. That’s when they tell me, “You need a ne