Your Story; Amanda Beattie

Meet Amanda, an avid city-girl cyclist.  Amanda didn’t find cycling; cycling claimed her as one of our’s.  And to be honest, she really didn’t have much choice in the matter, her destiny as a cyclist was part of her family’s dynasty.

For many years, Amanda’s two older–but equally as attractive, motivated and at times, shall we say, assertive–sisters both worked at Toronto bike shop, Duke’s Cycle, on Queen St. West.  The older Beattie sisters also had long-term relationships with two of the Duke’s mechanics.  Inevitably, Amanda took her turn at Duke’s where she also flourished, soon becoming indispensable.  She, too, eventually dated one of the Duke’s wrenches; maybe there were two or three.  Certainly many more fell for her laugh, her charm and her sassy attitude.[backed up by a black-belt]

Amanda doesn’t mountain-bike The Don Trails, nor does she kill-it on The Donut Ride.  Rather, you will find her riding to the coffee shop to meet your humble narrator or to the park on a sunny Saturday afternoon with her demented dog Daisy.  That black steel single-speed with the moustache bars and pink Chris King headset goes to the pub, the market, the concert hall and the library.  But don’t let the cute persona fool ya; she’s still the right amount of bike snob.

Riding the bike is just what Amanda does, it’s a part of who she is, even if neither of her sisters still ride. [tsk tsk]

Cycling is in her blood, she’s a part of the family.