I call it SheRide, and it cost me nothing. Blue patina, step through frame, overweight by today's standards, dressed in rust, tires flat and balding, accessorized with lock minus key.
After all these years, and neglect she still functions, still rolls, still excites. A testimony to the power of mating simplicity and human power.
Best of all, she was free; A curbside find in Berkeley. The ad on Craigslist was two hours old. "Free to good home, it's on the curb, don't disturb occupants." Sometimes in life objects roll into your life, and you don't know why or how. They wait for you. To ride again.
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