You want to touch it, don't you?

Here she is!  A deal too good to pass up.  I plan to make many happy memories and travel many many miles with her.  Last night, we spent the evening inside to install water bottle cages, a bike computer, and a frame-pump.  The bike computer made me lose my mind, the cages were pretty simple, and I completely forgot about the frame pump.  Hm.

 Here's the 'after' picture -- almost everything installed and ready to go.  Unfortunately, today was a rainy rainy day.  Hoping for better luck tomorrow.

Have you ever seen anything quite so gorgeous?

Looking back . . .

I've been scanning old photos lately and tonight came across this one:

Taken in 1980 on a family trip to the East Coast.   A little unnerving.
And this flattering little ditty of my brother at around 10 months.  Cute little bugger, in't he?  [He doesn't read my blog, or I would think twice about posting it.]

And finally -- it's kind of funny to learn that my parents find funny the same sorts of signs that I do.  Or at least, one of them did at one time . . . [if you look closely, you can see that both regular and unleaded gasoline is offered and that gas looks like it's about $1.21/gal.  also -- don't miss the name of the place.]

Scanning photos that are anywhere from 38 years old to 20 (or so) years old is kind of a trip.  Another time.  Another place.  And full of people who no longer are.  People who never imagined they would be who they are now. 

Perfect Words

I found this post on Perfection to be pretty powerful.  So I thought I would share it.

R.I.P. Good Friend

I'm vacillating between the cold knowledge that it's just a 'thing' and the heart behind it is what I've put into the last four years and the seemingly real feeling that this bike shares with me the heart. My bike's frame is cracked. It's repairable but the repair would cost almost as much as replacing the bike, and risk that there is other, unknown damage.

How do you say goodbye?

Heart-breaking

Are we really so afraid? So ignorant? So ashamed?