Thursday, June 18, 2009

{my new bike}

Meet my bike. I call her Blue. She is a good bike. I have dreamed of her for so long.

I haven’t had a bike since I was about ten.

It was a purple Barbie bike.

It started with training wheels, until I graduated to a two-wheeler.

It lasted for years, until my legs grew long and I no longer played with barbies.


I haven’t had a bike since.

Well, that’s not entirely true.

Last summer I inherited a free bike, not sure from where…

It was less than ideal.

It was a mountain bike for a pre-teen…or possibly younger.

It was too small and too bulky, but I made do, without complaining, for the most part.


Then this summer rolls around and my dear and darling husband decided he will fix his bike with parts from mine.

And again, there I was, without a bike.


Until two weeks ago.
It started with a Saturday morning tour de garage sales, that ended in nothing but a solid lead on a bike shop on the other side of town. A garage sale host showed me her new-to-her used bike and gave us directions,

that we followed, and in the end, that is the story of how I found Blue. Or, maybe how she found me.


I am not fond of her handle-bars, and I secretly (well, not soooo secretly) desire a basket in the front.

I have a bell, it reads: I *heart* my bike, and I do, I really do.


the sweet sketch was seen {here}

via {here}


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