September 19, 2008
So at the new house we're currently keeping the bikes in the shed instead of the garage (which is filled with many "other" things that have yet to be processed). There is only 1 key for the shed at present and Don took it off my key ring last Sunday to get one of his rides out.
He went to the lake. I got home from work and was going to bike to dinner with my parents. The shed was locked.
Luckily, the orphan bike that I found on the way home from walking Dougal at the dog park, was in the garage. It was just sitting on somebody's lawn and had this wonderful little sign taped to it - I had to take it home! Particularly an orphan bike just my size.
I was a bit skeptical... but figured that I'd try it out and see how hazardous it might be. Pumped up the tires and rode it up and down the street a few times. Crusty. Rusty. Dirty. But definitely a decent ride! That thing went pretty fast and was miraculously positioned quite accurately for me. Handlebars and seat were comfortable (except for the sticky old duct tape on the handle grips), I had a nice ride to Tropika.
Here I am post work with more jeans. A striped turtleneck, and corduroy puff sleeved jacket.