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!