My first real bike, before I knew that the bike
should be the right size for the rider.
it didn't matter, I fell in love at first sight,
the rust colored frame, the fact that the
seller was the ex-wife of a Tour de France
cyclist, how romantic...
speed would come naturally.
and so, we spent time together and
rode many roads.
and now, my first real bike becomes
my daughter's bike, it will fit her better
but will never be loved as much.
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