Cool Bike Rack

I saw this cool bike rack in Boston the other day. I wish I had a bike. I don't know where I'd keep it though. And I'm actually terrified of riding around the city. There's so much traffic. 

When I was home for Memorial Day Weekend I rode bikes with my brother. I borrowed his bike and he used our mom's, because hers is too big for me. We just rode up and down our street (it's a dead end with very little traffic). It was SO FUN. That's what riding bikes is all about for me. Just going back and forth and having a good time. It's not about exercising or dodging cars. 

Anyway, I had a big day today. I'm grinning from ear to ear. I'll give you the details soon, I promise! 

Rust

It must be tedious being left alone to rust. Luckily, a little grease and oil could probably fix this bike and make it usable once again. Just ask the Tin Man, he'll tell you. 

I really wish I could fit this rusty old bike into my apartment. When we have space, I think one of the first things I'd like to get is a bike. I really used to love riding bikes and I'm pretty sure that hasn't changed. My taste in bikes is different, however. My first bike was pink and had a banana seat so that I could fit a passenger on the back!

That actually makes me think of all of the things I've used and eventually outgrown thus far in life.  This includes everything from toys and beliefs to friends. Like an old bike, these things (or people) could potentially become part of my life agin, but they may also end up as memories. It's a little sad to think about leaving things behind, but it's part of growing up. 

Wow. All that from some rusty gears. What are you thinking about?