So yesterday I was running late for work, turned a corner and put out for hard rubbish was..
I couldn't believe my luck; half deflated tyres, rusty as hell but with perfect working brakes and no spiders under the seat, I thought "you'll do me!" I rode it carefully the rest of the way to work. Well, I've kinda fallen in love.
Today I bought a helmet and lock. She's perfect: not so grand she's a target for thieves, grand enough for me to ride to work.
Today I rode her home to begin a new life with me, and it felt good.
Edit: please ignore my shitty side way garden.