[Posted by Bae-Won Koh - August 11, 2010]

It was May 26, 2009 when the Celica died. One of my colleagues at the office gave me an old bike. Yes, it was a 25-year-old Peugeot 103 in a very good shape after I dusted it off. I immediately took it to a bike shop, Cycle Logic that is just a block from the office for a tune-up service. It took 4-5 days until I got the bike back from the shop. In the meantime, I explored the bus route and carpooling. I am very lucky that four of my co-workers live within 1-2 miles from my place. I carpooled with two of them until I got the bike.

It had been 24 years since I biked last time. Well, I didn't forget how to bike. The "never-forget-how-to-bike" myth was true. However I had not jogged or run on a treadmill in over a year. You know what I mean. Yes, I didn't have the necessary muscles well developed. So I tried to ride a bike to Cameron Village during the lunch hour on June 3rd, which was only less than 1 mile, to test my physical capability to ride back home which is about 8 miles. Guess what? I COULD BARELY WALK! One of the co-workers who lives in the same neighborhood carries a bike rack in his car so he transported the bike to my home. What a first day! It started as a long way to go.