Talk about life imitating art! Hubby bought me a bike for my birthday last week. I'm not allowed to ride my mountain bike because of my still bad knees, but a cruiser was given the OK by my physiotherapist. We walked into the bike shop and I knew immediately which one I wanted. Thankfully it actually felt pretty comfortable to ride.
The only problem is that I don't think my yellow helmet with bongo playing skeletons is much of a match for the bike.
I am ridiculously happy to be moving on the bike. I rode in the evening sun, drinking in the colours and smells of our neighbourhood - a riot of spring. Movement has never made me so happy.