Recently, I became reacquainted with an old friend.
What with all my running lately, my bicycle has been neglected. It’s not a fancy bicycle. No nifty handbrakes, no aerodynamic styling, and the only speeds it has depend on how fast my legs are pumping.
But it has a cool basket.
Chef bought this bike for me a few years ago. He added a bell to it. The bell is a little rusty now, and it doesn’t ring as well as it used to, but I still like it. He told me at the time that it was either an American flag or a Disney princess on the bell. I’m glad he chose the flag. I’m not too into princesses.
Because he worries cares about me, Chef also bought me a little pouch. Inside the pouch is a patch kit, in case I get a hole in a tire and have to fix it.
Silly man. That’s what my cell phone is for. If I get a flat tire, I’m calling him to come get me!
Yep, now that my big race is done for the year, I hope to ride the bike a little more before the weather gets too cold.