What My Bike Means to Me

 Image by Lisa Beth Anderson

Image by Lisa Beth Anderson

My bike is an integral part of my life. It represents freedom, fun, travel, exploration, introspection, pain reduction, transportation, exercise, connection and, personal expression.  These representations ebb and flow throughout my decades of riding.

When I reached my early teens I noticed a marked difference between my parents - beside the obvious stuff like Dad was a man and Mom was a woman.  They had very different interests especially when it came to physical fitness.  In fact my parents were at opposite ends of the bell curve when it came to physical fitness.   My Dad ran and coached track and my Mom very rarely exercised.  Eventually my Mom’s declining health left her in chronic pain, obese and struggling with various health issues such as heart disease, high blood pressure and diabetes.  Dad kept working-out well into his seventies and maintained a perfect weight until his death at eighty one.

I inherited many of my father’s physical characteristics but I also inherited many of my Mom’s health issues such as high blood pressure and arthritis.  Physical characteristics inherited from my parents are one part of what makes me, me. I also learned healthy and unhealthy coping mechanisms from my parents.  What do you do during emotionally challenging situations? I learned to eat and to exercise but not necessarily to share my feelings.  Sometimes I couldn’t share my feelings because I didn’t even know what I was feeling.

As I have gotten older and have spent many hours riding my bike, I have meditated on my life and how I could be a better me.  I ponder the passages I read in the Bible, consider the advice given to me from my close friends and sometimes I just ride, emptying my mind of all the dialog that sometimes clogs my brain. 

 Kellie rides her cool 60's vintage folding bike for shorter rides and her recumbent for longer rides. Image by Lisa Beth Anderson.

Kellie rides her cool 60's vintage folding bike for shorter rides and her recumbent for longer rides. Image by Lisa Beth Anderson.

I have learned to be in the moment while riding my bike: just enjoying where I was and what I was doing at that moment. I have learned to commute with my bike: taking quick trips to the market, movies, coffee shop or post office.   I have learned to treasure the beautiful Southern California climate. I have learned how to pack up my bike and trailer and travel across several states carrying all the supplies I need, camping and swapping adventure stories with my fellow travelers.  I have learned that even though I wake up with chronic pain, one of the best ways to lessen the pain is to ride my bike: not an easy feat since I would rather stay in bed than move my painful body.

I could not imagine my life without my bike. It is my physical, spiritual and emotional life glue. 

About Kellie

 Image by Lisa Beth Anderson

Image by Lisa Beth Anderson

Kellie did her first multiday, fund-raising bike ride in 2002 after a co-worker dared her to take up the challenge - the seven-day ride from San Francisco to Los Angeles. In 2010 Kellie was diagnosed with an autoimmune disease: Mixed Connective Tissue disease that left her so weak she could barely dress herself. Through medication, dietary changes and exercise she was able to recover much of her strength.  Kellie does most of her local trips on her trike including shopping, running errands, attending fitness classes, visiting friends and even riding to church. In May 2013 Kellie became a certified bicycling instructor via The League of American Bicyclists. She now teaches throughout Long Beach and Los Angeles.


My husband is a super mellow guy.  He has a Teflon coating that allows most stuff to roll off him but to the people he loves that coating is easy to penetrate.  He has been very antsy lately and even a little short and abrupt.  It took me a while to figure out what was eating at him. 

Two weeks ago he rode his bike to the bank. Unfortunately, I had his U-lock and I was carrying the key to my own lock, which I had left at home.  He had no way to lock his bike but decided to park his bike outside the bank and keep an eye on it.    When he blinked that one eye, his bike was taken.  It was not an expensive bike: he found it on Craig’s List and paid $60.  It was a heavy, bright red mountain bike that didn’t always shift well (one of the cogs was bent) but he used it all the time to run errands.  Our money is tight so we aren’t able to replace his bike until next month but, based on his behavior, I might have to squeeze some money out of the budget now.

I decided to interview my husband Dave, to find out how it feels to have your bike stolen:

KM So how did you feel when you exited the bank and saw that your bike was missing?

DM I felt abused and violated.  I also kicked myself because I could have been more assertive and brought the bike into the bank.  I was mad at myself.  Those were the things I thought about on the long walk home.

KM So now it’s been a few weeks without your bike, how are you feeling now?

DM I feel antsy and agitated. I work from home and some weeks when I am on-call, I don’t leave the house for several days.  My bike gives me an opportunity to get out and see the sun.  I’ve lost a lot of personal mobility.  Riding my bike is not the same as driving somewhere.  Riding my bike is a way to unwind from the stress of work.

KM: So if you had the thief here who took your bike, what would you say to them?

DM: Stop stealing bikes, please. I forgive you.  And care about the bike more than I did. After all, I left the bike unlocked.

I shared with or younger daughter, Erica that I was writing about and she reminded me she had also had a bike stolen.  I decided to also interview her.

KM: Share with me the circumstances when your bike was stolen:

EM I was living in downtown Long Beach condo with secure underground parking and within that secure underground parking was a bike cage where residents were told to keep their bikes.  There were two camera pointed at the bike cages.  You could only access the bike cage with the key to grounds that was issued to the residents.  But what was later discovered from the footage from the security cameras two bike thieves helped each over a one foot gap between the top of the bike cage and the ceiling.

KM: A one foot gap?

EM: Yes. Twelve inches.  One thief would boost the other to the top of the cage then open the door from inside the cage.

KM: But how did they get into the parking structure?

EM: They waited until someone opened the parking structure door.   In our building there was a known problem that when you opened one parking access door the other one would also open.

KM: So they were very determined

EM: Yes. They were very determined.  They took the time to figure out how things worked there.

KM: So how many bikes did they take?

EM: As far as we know, they took six bikes.  There were probably 50 bikes in the cage.   They were two guys that had stolen bikes from other apartment buildings downtown.

KM: Do you know what types of bikes were picked by the thieves?

EM: They took bikes that were hybrid and road bikes and left the cruisers.  There were plenty of cruisers down there but none of them were stolen.

KM: How did you feel when your bike was stolen?

EM: I was more surprised than angry because with all that security, you think your belongings are safe in your own home.   I thought wow! They went through a lot to get those bikes. They didn’t care about being caught. They didn’t care about their faces being captured on the security camera.   They were eventually caught.   The building had to hire extra on-site security and they did eventually seal the gap in the cage.

 KM: But I understand that you still don’t store your bike there.

EM: No. Even after they replaced my bike I said I don’t trust them. I’m putting my bike in my house because that is the only place that I can guarantee that my bike won’t be stolen. Unless they break into my house.   I keep it in my living room where I can see it every day and that is comforting.

KM: This isn’t the first time something like this has happened to you.

EM: There was a time when I would ride my bike to school: Long Beach City College. I would park it right outside the building where I would have my evening class 4:00 to 9:00 pm.   One night I came out of class and I saw that they weren’t able to cut my bike lock so they took my bento box, bike seat along with my rear and front lights. So I had to ride back to work, to pick up my car with no seat. Riding high!

KM: How far did you have to ride without a seat?

EM: It was only two miles but I had to remind myself to not sit down.  I was not aware that things like that happened.   But you better believe that whenever I ride somewhere I remove anything that can be removed before I lock my bike.

KM: How did you feel when you came out of class and found your seat and lights missing?

EM: I was angry and I felt violated. It was like someone had broken into my car and taken everything I cared about and needed but left my tires. It was frustrating. All I was doing was trying to be healthy by riding my bike to school from work and not have to worry about finding a parking spot then someone had to ruin my day.

KM: So if you had the thief here who took your seat and lights, what would you say to them?

EM: You owe me a seat and lights! I don’t know what I would say. Why? Why that? What made you do that? Thanks for not taking my whole bike.  But what was the purpose of taking my seat and lights?

Both my husband and my daughter had a similar reaction when their bikes or bicycling parts were stolen: violation.   I am grateful to have never been violated in this way.  They both had an emotional attachment to their bikes: so do I. They used their bikes for transportation, to save money and to improve their health: so do I.  I’m not sure how I would feel if my recumbent trike was stolen but I think I will learn from their experiences.

This is why we teach you to always lock your bike securely in our Street Savvy classes.