Pazoom, pazooooooom
Last autumn witnessed a veritably traumatic event of bicycle theft. It was beautiful. It was practical. It was perfect. It was mine no longer.
Today, lovely spring witnessed the arrival of a huge cardboard box. I signed a paper. I cut the tape open. I reached into the box and pulled out a brand-new bicycle. It is beautiful. It is practical. Well, yes. I only had to adjust the handlebar and fix the pedals. Off I went.
Words fail to describe the blissful experience of pazoooom, pazooooom.
Given the occasion, here’s a song with the word bicycle in it.