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I've got such a crush on my bike it's
ridiculous. It's black and red, an old 10
speed
Motobecane purchased
used for $90, "French to the bone" handwritten
on tag
next to drawing of skull was all the
salespitch I needed. That was more than six
years ago. Today it's missing three spokes
from rear wheel and a little nut on
front brake calipers but it's still quick as
shit, even with a kickstand (which I keep
forgetting I have--always leaning it instead
against things or digging its wheels into
the
sand). Today I packed a vegan cheese
sandwich to work and rode to beach for lunch.
There's nothing like a cold salt
water plunge to hit the reset button. I've
been a
little down since returning from the motherland, but
today all mopiness
was washed away by the Sound, the
city, and biking
with friends.
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