Bike love.

Look how she just patiently waits for me even though you can tell she's about ready to fly away from that fence straight up into the sky. Oh Lucy!

I love my bike but...

Listen. I apologize for never formally introducing my new bike Lucy to you. But as she and I biked just shy of 100 miles together last week, I figured it was high time. So. Lucy, meet TP readers. TP readers, meet Lucy. She lives upstairs in my apartment with me because she gets rusty if she's outside and it rains. That means I frequently can be spotted hauling her up and down stairs.

Thing is, Lucy is super sharp. Yes, in the smart way, but also in the way that cuts me, bruises me, makes me bleed, and fills my cuts with chain grease. Luckily my cell phone takes crap pictures so the details of my injuries will not be too graphic for you. But you get the idea. My legs (though strong like bull) look like they've been attacked by a greasy alley cat who knows how to punch.