Ring a ding.
You are marvelously rusty, your right pedal gets jammed and apparently I have to sink a ton of time and money into you. However, Scotts bike got stolen, and you didn't.
This makes me grateful to have you. You get me to work and home and to various social engagements in a flash, all while providing me with exercise and free transportation and the freedom to park anywhere at any time.
You are dirty, and my coffee cup always tips over in your basket, and your stupid metal pedals squeak real loud and always give me bruises when they slam into my legs as I walk you down the street. But I love you.
I love the feeling we have together. I love your vintage style, fenders, basket and bell that looks like the Grateful dead bear.......kinda.

We have marvelous moments, and I dread the nearing of winter. I will cherish these moments always. And I promise, come winter I will not leave you out in the snow like I did last year. Oh no no, this time you have a mudroom and I will wrap you in a blankie.
All my love and kisses,
Your Master Rachael






















And the prospect of seeing this movie this weekend: 


