It starts with an apology that made me laugh, it crafts a strong personality in a few deft strokes, and it really gut punches.
Thanks to the relative of Sue C. Lewis who brought her into my life.
It starts with an apology that made me laugh, it crafts a strong personality in a few deft strokes, and it really gut punches.
Thanks to the relative of Sue C. Lewis who brought her into my life.
I was walking home from birthday dinner with friend Kelly when what should I see but a Trek 820 mountain bike.
Okay, this wasn’t my first bike. My first bike was a banana seat with two much pink and streamers. But the Trek 820 was the first bike I bought myself. It was also the bike that got me into bike commuting. I felt sturdier on the knobby tires then the 10-speed skinny tires on the bike I had been riding. (I wouldn’t figure out the commuter tires thing until the third bike I bought.)
I loved my little green Trek and I’m surprised to find I can’t remember what happened to it. I might have sold it after I got my next bike. But I’m pretty sure we parted in Massachusetts.
So this isn’t my bike. But it’s exactly like my bike. Good memories.