A Tale of Two Bikes
A Tale of Two Bikes There are good bikes, and there are...well, good bikes. I guess what I'm trying to say is that all bikes, however different, are good. This is a brief tale of a few weeks, and of two of my bikes, told (somewhat) from the perspectives of Bunny and Maude. If you follow me (and why would you not), you should by now be aware of the fact that I have recently expanded my stable of bikes . I now can enjoy my hobby (or my life, since so much of what makes me, revolves around my bikes) virtually year-round. It was early February, and gleefully Bunny was liberated from her cardboard prison (aka: her shipping box), and into my waiting vehicle for the trip to her new home. After she took a quick spin around the block (and through a couple of yards) she settled into her new life. She spent the next few days in the basement; getting cleaned, lubed, and cleaned again. And waiting...so much waiting. Finally, it came, a snowy weekend! This was Bunny's element, time