I love my bike

Last fall, my grandparents moved from the house they lived in for over 20 years to an apartment. A lot of stuff had to be downsized, and as a result, I got a set of table and chairs, a tv, and my aunt's old red bicycle (named Murray). I didn't have a chance to try out the bicycle (it was already October and it was getting cold).

I got out of school early today. It was nice out - sunny, and the air was a little crisp - so I managed to get the bike out of storage and go for a ride. It's pretty basic, no speeds, and the sort of brakes that you push backwards on. It's charming though, it's very retro, and has a nice big wire basket on the front. It's very solid, but I can still lift it up and down the half flight of stairs to get outside. I put my purse and a bottle of water in the basket, filled up the tires at the gas station around the corner, and went on a ride around my soon-to-be ex-neighbourhood. I haven't rode a bike for a few years, so I was a little hesitant at first but I got my confidence back pretty quickly. I had the biggest, goofiest grin on my face the entire ride. It was a really nice ride - not really any traffic, and I got to pet some puppies (including a chocolate labradoodle, which was gorgeous, he looked like a brown golden retriever). It was pretty much a success, and now I know that the bike is in good condition.

I think I just might have to ride my bike to school next fall - my new place is going to be pretty close to the school.