Want my best survival tip for 2020? Get a Surly Big Dummy.
Dan had been looking at cargo bikes for over a year but the price and timing were never quite right until May. Scrolling through Facebook Marketplace, he found a killer price from a guy who was moving across the country and lacked the extra space to haul his cargo bike. Therefore, despite pandemic lock-downs in Wisconsin, Dan broke quarantine to drive all day to Milwaukee and pick up baby #2, a Surly Big Dummy--no contact, in true 2020 pandemic style (masked).
Worth every penny and every risk! We became the proud owners of our first, bad-ass cargo bike.
Not long after Dan brought the bike home, we purchased a Thule Yepp seat for Nora. Ever since then we’ve been out for rides every. damn. day. No exaggeration. Nora loves it. I love it. Dan loves it. It has significantly improved our quality of life during this strange, strange summer. It finally allowed me and Nora an opportunity to bike together. I had been playing stay-at-home-mom since Dan went back to his regular work schedule in June. We had been getting outside as much as possible previously, but now we were able to go places around the city that weren’t just confined to our little walk-able area. We were able to do grocery pickups and trips to the splash pad and long rides just for the hell of it. I mean, seriously, it was a game-changer for my and therefore, everyone's, moods. I had even gotten to the point of disliking yoga (who knew that was even possible?!)...so this bike came just in the nick of time.
We were getting into shape (okay, just me) and had just warmed up to our new, fall routine (back to work and daycare) when...cue August 10th.
On August 10th, a record-breaking derecho hit Cedar Rapids, ripping down the fence of our once safe and private backyard, knocking over chimneys, uprooting 200-year-old trees, and utterly decimating our city. The bike once again provided respite. Those first few days after the storm, downed trees blocked all entrances and exits to our house. Biking was truly the only (and fastest) way we could get around. We couldn’t find any playgrounds, bike trails, or safe, open spaces but just being on the bike brought back a sense of normalcy. I’ll never forget Nora’s wide eyes and soft whimpers as she pointed at all the destruction around us during those rides. It’s been three weeks since the storm, and she still whimpers and points because sadly, it still looks the same...with the exception that now all the tree branches are dried out, browned, and dead.
Work is now back in full swing, daycare has re-opened, and bike commuting has commenced. I load Nora up in her Yepp seat for our three-block trip to daycare, and then I continue on to Coe. The ride is not like it used to be--calming, shaded, a refreshing cap on either side of my work day. Nope, now it’s heart wrenching--an up-close reminder of the post-apocalyptic year that we’ve had. But yet I feel with each ride a resilience building in me..and that somehow feels like progress.
And the feeling of progress is, I think, the best anyone can hope for in 2020.
Now go get yourself a cargo bike!
Cheers,
Kelly