I’ll keep it, thanks.

It might be forty-three years old but it still works really well. It hasn’t had much sleep lately. It had two nights where it didn’t get to bed this week earlier than 1.30am: once because it was getting science equipment ready for classes the next day, and once socializing. It has had three mornings where it had to be up before 6am, twice for work and once for fun. Yesterday it rode one hundred kilometers in thirty-four degree heat (celcius). It sat on a push bike for four and a half hours without getting saddle sore, pedaled for that time without cramping and rested on the drop handle bars (tucking down out of the strong head wind) for most of that time too, without getting stiff or numb. It kept on breathing and pushing those pedals up hill or on the flat, and it hung on down the hills even when the bike was traveling at fifty-two kilometers an hour. It still looks okay in a frock. Here it is at The Oaks. Its wearing a brown dress from Rome and heels from Florence that I bought for it on our recent trip to Europe.

 

It is still pretty flexible and dances well enough to not be shy about getting up in front of any crowd. It can still learn new things. And I can’t forget the things its done for me in the past. It gave birth to four babies, who are developing into four wonderful human beings. They like to give it hugs. It sort of does everything I need it to do, so even though its forty-three I think I’ll keep it. Thanks.