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.
she likes to write her bi-cy-cle
gHack (May 8, 21:30) #
queen? ah! clea-ning-wo-maaaaaaaan!
katatonik (May 8, 22:28) #