This year we opened a new section to talk about ourselves, how or why we decided to venture on two wheels. And we asked Laura to release it to the ribbon cutting. ___________________________________
Mischief on two wheels.
recently asked me a lot about the origin of my passion for cycling and the truth always thought it came from my French class in elementary school, where the first image illustrated my lessons was that of two French children riding his bike at the foot of the Eiffel Tower with a baguette under his arm, which for a 6 year old as I was, was one of the most inspiring of my childhood; I now believe that only part of a larger puzzle of moments that led me to love my bike as much as I do now.
My first bike my grandfather gave me. It was pink with black shot 16, I do not remember the brand, but if I remember my happiest summers were riding my bike with my neighbors. I was never a doll girl, always preferred bikes, skateboards, balls and even combinations.
Then one day I missed the love of my bike and forget. Even now I try to remember what happened to it I can not do, do not know if I gave my mom or throw, the truth is that my favorite toy to be stopped to give way to the interests of puberty, like me, being a whole "lady" of 13 years, would be playing on a bicycle? No. I had to walk arregladita to go out with my friends, to go to parties where we ate yet sabritones with Mirinda.
How could I forget, she so pretty, so feminine. How could I forget the day I left with her Juguetibici and I felt the happiest, because it made me forget everything and everyone, because we were just her and me, because I was above it and she was no longer a adultita. My grandfather bought me the secret of my mother, because she did not like to do "things for children," without realizing that it was one of the few things I enjoyed and that made me feel less responsible and more free, regardless of called "genre" of the activity itself.
and may not be able to say precisely the moment when I began my love for the bike but if I can explain why: Because despite the years have passed, I keep feeling like as a kid above me bike. It makes me feel free, own my, my time and my space. I am only in a city that is easy to lose your individuality, but it's hard not to feel alone. Thanks to my bike, I have met interesting people and genuinely concerned about building a better place to live, a Mexico City livable and happy. At the same time again I feel me girl, I'm going to feel I'm doing something forbidden, Jugetibici as soon as I left knowing that my mom would not be very happy with our prank, but now the forbidden means to do something different, something that Most do not dare to do. Hopefully that will change soon to feel as happy as he was leaving with my little band of friends to play little run down the block and can be seen that more and more people, enjoys rolling on two wheels. ______________________________________________________
anniversary rolled Soon, stay tuned.
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