I (heart) my bike

I didn't intend to buy a bike today. It was a stunner of an afternoon and I wandered out for a blipwalk and some groceries. When I popped in to CycleMania* on my usual browse for a good second-hand bike, voila my new supersweet ride--a trade-in 24-speed, lady's black & blue hybrid, with deep rims and cushy seat and Shimano everything. Ring the bell.


* They're reasonable and super-helpful and totally on the level, unlike that now infamous bike thief, Igor Kenk, which, with a name like that what else could you do? Like you could be a professor of Pure Maths? A championship chess player. Maybe a storybook wizard.