I never learned to ride a bicycle,

but now I can. Thanks to E.P., who I trusted to come up with a beauty of a bike, and he did, with much grace, for only $50. The former owner had scratched her name into the frame, but instead of painting over or scraping that off completely, I'm going to leave it on there, and christen the bike as "Marilyn". Of course, learning to ride a bike at 32 is going to be an interesting experience, but as soon as I buy a helmet(!) that's my new goal. I'll take pictures of the bumps, bruises, scrapes, and eventual smiles that come from this, it's going to be fun, I just know it.