"Hey--Nice Bike"

Scott has been on a road biking kick. As in -semi obsessed road biking enthusiast. But that is not the issue here. We had spent the past few weekends looking in every bike shop from here to Memphis - literally. And we finally found one for him! His is pretty sweet and is made for speed. However when we went to pick it up, there was a fine little thing in the shop. I just had to have it. It was blue-my favorite color, with baseball glove leather seats. ahhh, granny heaven!

Scott was so nice to let me get it, when we weren't even looking for me one! I opted to go with a basket in front instead of the six pack holder...I felt it went with the Granny motife a little better! We even thought that Harold might want to take a cruise and ride in the basket, but upon closer inspection both to the size and the tag with weight restrictions we realized he wouldn't make it. Poor guy.

One day last week the rain had finally taken a break so I decided to take my bike out for a spin. After I was sweating profusely, I decided to head back towards my house. That's when I passed a 10 year old little boy cruising through puddles a couple blocks from our house, he stopped (you know skidded on the breaks) and looked at me for a moment and said, in a "pick up line" type of voice..."Hey, Nice Bike" ha hah ha ha . I was trying really hard not to laugh out loud but it was pretty cute.

Tonight, Scott and I are enbarking on a little ride through our cute little neighborhood. I hope to pick up some flowers for the house in my basket, and also I hope that Scott doesn't zoom off and leave me in the dust! --Real pictures to follow--