I’ve never been much of a bike person. Until I laid eyes on this beauty.
That is my Aunt’s bike that she generously let me borrow last week while we were down the shore. It’s brand spankin’ new, and she’s nervous to ride it, so I couldn’t possibly just let it sit there all by its lonesome. Nick and I went for a few morning rides around the island and I felt like the belle of the bike ball (if ever there were such a thing) on my seafoam green Schwinn. With an extra cozy padded seat and a cup holder, thankyouverymuch.
Nick found it hilarious that his wife, the self-proclaimed bike hater (I have a bony butt and most bike seats hurt like the dickens within 2 minutes), woke up excited to ride bikes morning after morning. He finally understands that when something comes in such a pretty package, I am bound to fall in love with it. I equate it to being the KitchenAid mixer of bikes.
And now I want one.