Jessica has promised before that this won’t become a bike blog, and she’s absolutely right, because I know nothing about bikes. My bike once belonged to Allen’s mother, and Allen does all the work on it. It’s not that I’m not interested in working on the Schwinn, but Allen is good at it, enjoys it, and makes it awfully easy for me to sit inside sipping lattes while he changes tubes with numb fingers.
What I am good at, bike-wise, is imagining how pretty it could be - if only I didn’t personally need gears and brakes, if only the frame were powder-coated a beautiful cream, if only it had a bunch of honey-colored leather accessories. So Allen gave me a gorgeous Brooks B67s saddle for Christmas (and told me, very sensitively, that he’d chosen the model for those with wider hips). I’ve been working on accessories to match.