I've got such a crush on my bike it's ridiculous. It's black and red, an
old 10 speed
Motobecane
purchased used for $90, "French to the bone" handwritten on tag
next to drawing of skull was all the salespitch I needed. That was more than
six
years ago. Today it's missing three spokes from rear wheel and a little nut
on
front brake calipers but it's still quick as shit, even with a kickstand
(which I keep
forgetting I have--always leaning it instead against things or digging its
wheels into
the
sand). Today I packed a vegan cheese sandwich to work and rode to beach
for lunch.
There's nothing like a cold
salt water plunge to hit the reset button. I've been a
little down since returning from the
motherland, but today all mopiness
was washed away by
the
Sound,
the
city, and biking
with
friends.
Seattle might be a shee-it-hole, but at least it's deep. |
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