Its a simple lesson that I learned today that may save some of your lives if you ever choose to come to Arica and ride a bike.
Before I even tried to ride to class, I first rode my bike away from the shop. With the roads being ridiculously dangerous I had to ride on the sidewalk and the first curb that I came to, I naturally ran right into. I tried to “hop” over it but just ran my tire right into it. Because my bike is made of high caliber material, it naturally just bent up the whole front tire…. (the high caliber part is clearly a joke). With a wobbly bent up front tire I rode the rest of the way home but just before I got there one of the pedals broke in half.
Of course I still tried to ride it to class today. I was expecting a short trip but ended up lost in the city and finally arrived at class after a 45 minute ride (soaked in sweat). In my lost confusion I caught a glimpse of a building I knew and rode toward that, eventually arriving at my destination. After three hours of class, I rode another 30 minutes back home in the blazing heat. I arrived sunburnt, sweaty, and thankful to be alive. Their is no bike lane on the street and the cars will honestly hit you. I swear its true because it nearly happened to me multiple times. I was riding on and off of the sidewalk, in and out of the street, but that was all that I can do. Did I mention that the other bike pedal broke in half on the way home?
The plan now is take my bike to get it repaired and then try and sell it back…. one day after purchasing it. I would like to regain at least SOME of my money because I used everything that I had on that god-forsaken bike.
Its all part of the fun.