So... I've willed away four bikes.
My grocery bike, a real beater-jalopy-cruiser (SO legit) will be entrusted to Michelle Yates (though Jordan has it for the moment), the taxicab bike has been loaned to Claire, Trimaran-2 is safely at K-zo's place, and Woolley wanted to take care of my new pride-and-joy Bianchi town bike, the comeback kid, still yet to be officially named.
I'm getting a little bummed, to be honest, about ditching them for 6 months. I know how silly it is, but that's codependence for you.
Yeah, and Tijuana still needs a home. Anyone??
Selling Starry's old bike, that cute little ladies' bike, shiny-red like bikes are sposed to be. Donating Arlen's old lowrider to the Bike Church (due to unresponsiveness to text messages---sorry Arlen).
Enough about that. Did you ask me for my life story??
Yesterday I rode around--Encountered Francisco and Efrem, the latter of whom helped me pick up a Da Vinci donation from a little old lady. I offered (sacriligiously) to make a house call and fix up her little bike for her tomorrow. Went to drop of Trimaran-2 at Kurt's place, and wound up sticking around, shooting the shit, riding his Diamondback (which is pretty darn nice--go K-zo).
Today Jenny and I rode out to Putah creek for a spell, to swim and hang out. It was warm but kind of breezy. There was a guy fishing down at the platform, but we swam around anyway--I got caught in his line while trying to walk past him... water was surprisingly warm. I feel like it was greener than it was last year, too.
Weird leech things? 5mm long, max, skinny, wormy things cavorting on Jenny's foot. Gross. I'd never seen them before.
I must also mention the fig upside-down cake that Jordan and I made, which was so very wonderful I think it was genuinely epic.
If this isn't nice, I don't know what is.
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