Before I met MTM, I was an avid consumer of cartoons, I mean, animated film. My friends did not understand my love of all-things-drawn, leaving me to partake of my fetish in dark rooms.
The Triplets of Belleville is still one of my favorite animated features. Who knew that I would go on to marry a version of the cycle-obsessed boy in the film?
While MTM skips around the vintage bike show area. His version of heaven is comparing notes with similarly-obsessed men. (They’re all men.) He was very proud to tell me that one man had sixty bikes.
“And, how many do you have?” (Because I still don’t know the extent of MTM’s bicycle collection.)
Rather than answer, he pointed across the room. “Oh, look! A pink ladies bike from Japan!”
That’s MTM’s baby, the red Dave Moulton racer on the right. The Widow Maker. Circa 1982. Dave Moulton’s own ride is on the left, another point of pride for MTM.
I protested when MTM wanted to put his 1949 BSA bicycle up for sale. I love the curve of the handlebars. The mammoth front light. The signs of wear in the leather seat. It was one of the oldest bikes of its type in the show.
(Listen to me. I sound like a crazy bike person.)
What I noted as I milled around was how young everyone seemed. Passion wiped lines from faces. It made everyone friendly. Outgoing. Family.
I listened to a white-haired gent tell me how he’d broken eight of ten toes, both legs and one arm riding bicycles. Even ended up in the hospital as a youngster.
“And yet you still ride.”
“I do. Yes. You can’t stop doing something you love just because it gets hard.”
Damn. I never thought I’d visit a bike show and find fuel for my creative tank.
(Don’t tell MTM I said that.)