I inherited my bike from Husband's old business partner. This guy kept a herd of $400 bikes on the side of his beach house, and when he moved I graciously accepted one. It was mistreated, rusty, falling apart, but I replaced things, tuned it up and patched her up with stickers. She rides almost perfectly now. Her name is Loops. Mina named her and I'm not exactly sure what Loops means, but I like the sound; it stuck.
I hung a Chinese prosperity bell on the back basket. It jing-jing-jingles over a every bump in the road. Ah, prosperity, Loops, prosperity.
Mina's caught the bike craze too, now. Look at her bike that I picked up at a garage sale for $10 two weeks ago. When Mina practices riding it on her school grounds, she gets that look of contented freedom on her face too. She named the bike Pippi.
Tell me about your bike.