Now That's a BIKE!

I know what you're thinking...Now that's a real bike!

My bike-loving husband picked up this little beauty at our neighbor's garage sale the day I sprained my ankle for a mere $5!

Apparently, when he bought it the tires were flat, the brakes didn't work, it needed a new wire-thingy, it had no beautiful basket, and it was covered in rust.  Oh, yeah, and the front "fork" was all messed up so it didn't steer straight.

He spent about 8 hours fixing her up and whispering encouraging words to her, and what stands before you now is a fully resurrected bike in all her glory.  My husband looked up her serial number online and discovered that she was built in 1972.  So, she's truly vintage.

And, yes, she's a girl.

It's been almost two years since I sold my magnificent first-car-I-ever-owned, named Wolfie.

No other vehicle has been able to fill the void...until now.

Now I am ready to love something on wheels again.

And I am ready to give my bike a name.

Won't you help me?

I was considering Big Red, since I also happen to love Big Red gum...but it didn't seem to really do this lovely bike justice.

Stay and admire her all you like, then leave me a comment with the name you find most fitting!