At the age of circa 13 I demanded a bike – as many 13 years olds do. My mum got me this lovely yellow “Piranha”, which was also the bike I wanted. Love affair lasted about a week. Then it stood in my room gathering dust, although still being an object of my adoration. Then I moved out and my room at my folks’ place turned into a storage any way. Then I moved to London and considered buying a bike for the 4 years I was there.
Cut to 2010. In an effort to be a get a bit more fit, avoid public transport and see more of the city I dragged the bike down to a friendly bike shop and got it taken care of (by a rather good looking young gentleman, may I add). I installed a tracking app on my Android G1. And I got sucked in.
I use it for transportation, but if the day goes by without going anywhere I take it on a ride in the evening. This is as close to Hunter S Thompson as you get in Warsaw. Was I living in Aspen, I’d probably buy a rocking motor and drive at 120 km/h out of the town. Living in the center of almost 4 millions strong city I can only comfort myself with the thought that I’m eco friendly.
If you’re a rather stationary geek, like myself, there’s nothing better to get you moving than adding a bit of tech into your biking. Trust me. Endomondo does it all, tracking, times, maps, networking yada yada. And by default your weight is only visible to you (how thoughtful). It’s works on a bunch of different make and models phones. If you go for it search for “Ana Bee” and add me as your friend. Predictably, I’m rather lonely with my passion for techo-workouts.
This came bang on time, since a very talented designer and a friend, Emma, is working on a website for her custom, recycle-savvy biking parts business. We’re working on temp website before hopefully launching an online store. It shall be unveiled soon. Meanwhile expect some biking posts over here and healthy portion of boasting about my sad achievements across social media.