I was going to wait to blog about my newest purchase until I’d actually commuted to work on her, and had recorded my commute like a proper blogger, with iPhone photographs and a rundown of how I handled the Pittsburgh hills (and they give San Francisco a run for their money, believe you me).
But then I had this experience at the pizza place, and had to share it.
Earlier this week, I headed up to Forbes Avenue, to Biketek, and after a wonderful introduction by Frank The Bike Guy and a spin around the parking lot, fell madly enough with this sweet cherry of a commuter bike. She’s a Felt Cafe 8 Deluxe, known as a “European” commuter bike, i.e., comfortable, tricked out with a fender and rack, and cute as a button. And I got her for $100 less that quoted on the site.
I rode her out of the store an hour after entering, pumped my out-of-shape legs furiously up a grand total of four blocks, and a big downhill later, arrived home, legs trembling. I knew it was bad, but not that bad.
Since my first ride two days ago, I’ve tried riding her as often as I could, and grabbed an opportunity tonight to swing by Aiello’s for dinner. I got her in the door and leaned her against the beer case and, after ordering my antipasto salad and pepperoni rolls, the guy tossing pizzas said, “Nice bike. You know what it reminds me of?”
“How old are you?”
The kid with the pizza board said, “Nineteen.” I laughed.
The guy tossing pizzas said, “36.”
“YES!” I said. “How’d you know?”
He nodded at the bike. “PeeWee Herman.”
My mouth dropped open. I laughed for five minutes. I hadn’t noticed the resemblance, not at all; even though Eliza begs to watch “PeeWee Bicycle” once a week, still, I hadn’t noticed that I’d driven out of BikeTek with the 2012 women’s equivalent of this.
And thus, the Aiello’s pizza guy (who, it turns out, was born in September 1975, a month after me) unintentionally named my bike. I thought about PeeWee, but she’s so obviously all woman. So who could be her namesake but the spunky bike geek with the crush?
I introduce the world to Dottie. Dottie Herman.
P.S. Yes, Dottie: there’s a little bit of you in her, too.