I was so excited to wake up this morning and find that Erica is telling the story of Eastside Steve, the greatest biking story in St. Paul history:
Steve also said that a lot of girls from Uptown had stopped by looking for bikes, and that I “wasn’t like those Uptown girls.” I wasn’t sure what that meant, but I took it as a compliment.
Ironically, the bike I bought from Steve was the greatest I have ever owned — a shiny 1970s powder-blue and chrome Columbia 3-speed with whitewall tires. It was stolen from outside my house in 2007, and I’ve still never found one quite as beautiful since.