I recently got my bike after a several month separation with it in Alabama and me in Louisiana. Last night I wanted to go a short distance up the street and decided to test it out. Unfortunately, the tires were low on air and I already knew the rear brakes were not functioning. After checking two gas stations with non-functioning air pumps, I was able to find a mechanic shop that was still open and the mechanic put air in the tires. After that, off down the (busy) street I went, mindful of relying on one set of brakes. Tonight I REALLY wanted to get a ride in and decided to take a meandering path through the neighborhood and to wherever the streets led me. It felt good to be back on the bike in 12th gear cruising around, feeling the slight wind I created as I pedaled. It was even scentsational as I smelled something nice that I could not identify – bonus. One hour later, I’m at home, showered and ready to go to sleep. Below, a supermodel shot of the bike in Saint Louis at the park…
