My Ride

Last Spring I showed you my commute.  Today I think you should see my ride.  I named it. 

Do you name vehicles?  My family does.  We name lots of things.  Allen thinks that is silly.  He calls his vehicles “the Honda, the pickup or the Tahoe”.  He’s so practical, right? 

My family also gives animals people names.  We had one dog named Daisy.  The rest were people names: Chloe, Clementine, Toby, Frances, Samantha…Is that normal?  Yes, I know we are not normal, so I’ll just get back to my topic.

Anyway this is my ride, Trusty Rusty.  It used to be Trusty Red.  However as we have lived here for a while and rust is a fact of life.

To be fair it looks so quaint there against the picket fence.  Which is why I took the picture.  You really can’t see how rusty the top of the handlebars and fenders are.  Trust me there is hardly any chrome visible.  And the chain…  there are some things WD-40 can not change.  {Have you ever Googled all the uses for WD-40?  It has some unbelievable uses!}

Trusty Rusty and I are excellent companions. He takes me to the school and back at least twice a day and never complains.  In return I don’t trade him in for a newer model despite his clicking, grinding and popping noises.  I’m hoping we can make it to the end of our time here on the island. 

I did have to apologize to him for throwing him in the bushes and saying some nasty words when the tire AND the chain fell off at the same time.  It was totally my fault.  Who knew you needed to tighten the wheels on with a wrench and not just your fingers.  Allen did.  That’s who!  After he fixed that, we were back on good terms again.

Recently I had a friend remark, “Your bike is really rusty.”  At first I was a little unsure if it was an insult, but the more I thought about it, I realized that my bike is rusty because I use it several times a day and it is never put away.  I think I’ll take it as a compliment.  Who needs a shiny bike?

Since I have a little love affair with my bike going on, I thought I’d show you this.  I saw it last year.

It’s on my sofa right now!

When we leave I’ll have to see if there is anything left at all to take back to the U.S. I kind of hope there isn’t. I’d like to ride it until it’s dust!

When we get back, I’ll shop for a nice new, shiny bike.  Like these!

Until then, I’m sticking with my Trusty Rusty!