Recently I bought a bicycle. It is a beautiful, no-speed beach cruiser with 18 inch wheels and big, wide handlebars. The only thing it lacked was a basket for my little dog, Toto, and assembly. So the bike is currently with a friend who is putting it together for me. (I have no patience or talent for putting things together - and I lied about having a little dog.) But I am anxious to get my big bike with the soft, wide seat - and begin peddling around my neighborhood.
My new bicycle is quite distinctive and I had never seen another one quite like it - until last Tuesday evening, that is. I was downtown for a play when I came upon a a two-tone, but basically white, version of my bike - which is black - chained to a lamp post. I spent several minutes circling the chained classic and taking in all of its beautiful detail before heading into the theatre.
The next day, Wednesday, I stood with a group of friends watching a television news bulletin on the Jodi Arias murder trial which was held in downtown Phoenix in roughly the same area where I had seen the play the night before. As the cameras panned the crowd on the street, who should amble by but a guy pushing the exact bike that I had spent so much time admiring the evening before!
I'm not so sure that I understand why Ms. Arias is no longer a blond, but I fully understand that the guy on the street has a really sweet bike!
Ride on, brother!