Growing up, we rode around the ol’ homestead and to friend’s houses on an assortment of bikes—nearly indestructible, banana seats, and big knobby tires. The knobby tires were essential in traversing the gravel road that connected our house to the main highway, or the highway to our friends’ houses or creek/pond/watering hole for swimming. Skinny tires don’t do well with gravel, rocks, and ruts or corners taken too fast. That’s not to say we didn’t have our share of down-and-out crashes on our country-accustomed bikes. I’m pretty sure I still have scars on my elbows and legs from crashing on a gravel road, speeding downhill, in a swimsuit and no helmet. Considering my cavalier bike riding past (one which, I obviously survived without permanent damage), I wonder how I became so cautious when riding my bike as an adult. But I digress, I’m getting off topic…
So, the bikes we had growing up were well equipped for us to go bounding around on gravel roads, through fields and various places that were rarely paved. There was one bike, however, that did not adhere to these conditions. This bike belonged to my mom—a green, three-speed cruiser. I remember the three of us girls riding it when we were old/tall enough. The thing I remember most (and what probably caused me to fear the skinny tires) was a crash Jenn had taking a corner on the road to our house a little too fast. She just had road burn, and it wasn’t anything worse that what we’d all had, or would eventually experience in terms of crashes, but for whatever reason, I think it solidified the idea in my mind that my mom’s bike was not made for country living.
When I moved to Lander (because I refused to ride my bike in Denver, for fear of bike/car
collisions), the idea of having an in-town awesome looking cruiser bike was really appealing. In the summer Paul and I ride bikes as much as possible—when I worked in town, most days I’d ride my bike to work; Paul bought a BOB Trailer from a thru-cyclist so we can go grocery shopping. On the Fourth of July, there is no better way to get around town, with drink, food and fireworks in tow, than on a bike (the BOB comes in handy for this too). While the streets of Lander aren’t the most bike-friendly, it’s still a great option. No summer BBQ/party would be complete without a front yard littered with bikes from partygoers.
Soon after arriving in Lander, I bought myself a commuter bike at the wonderful bike shop downtown and I couldn’t justify investing in a second bike. The commuter functions as an in-town bike and with its 21 speeds, can work for out-of-town, longer rides. Despite this rationale and economical thinking, I never did forget about my Mom’s bike. I had secretly been coveting it since my move back to Wyoming; I may have asked about it a couple of times, but Mom and Dad always politely declined my offer to take if off their hands. So it was to my delighted surprise that my Dad called shortly before our Christmas visit, asking if I still wanted to the bike. I instantly said yes. So, at Christmas we loaded the old girl on the RAV and brought her to Lander.
We dropped her off at the aforementioned bike shop where she has been lovingly worked on over the last few months. Even though we’re at least a couple months away from solid bike riding weather, Hester (she’s a Hawthorne bike…get it?) came home, cleaned and shined up. Besides the deep cleaning, she only need new brake pads, tubes and a seat. I also added a basket to the front. She’s as good as new and ready for summer trips around town. Now if only summer (hell, I’ll take spring), would get here…
And for the record, Lucy does not want to sit in the basket. So much for taking her for a bike ride…


Storage between washer and dryer. These drawers became unavailable soon after I pinned the item, so I went to Wal-Mart and bought plastic shoe drawers, instead. While they don’t run the entire length of the washer and dryer and are the same size, but it’s worked well so far and it’s a great place to store laundry supplies, our random screw drivers, hammers etc and light bulbs. It’s a perfect use of otherwise wasted space.
Bed sheets stored in their pillowcases for more compact, and organized storage (even though mine don’t look as tidy as they do in the picture). Our linen closet is small and this really does help it from becoming one big pile of sheets and towels.