concerning bikes

(This is Bruno. The cutest child actor to ever emerge from Italy.)




I think bikes are lovely.
I love when I see people ride by on beach bikes, or bikes with baskets.
There are charming. They are pretty. They are cute and summery.
Did I mention in my Valentines day post that my boyfriend bought me a beautiful, blue beach bike with a bell? (say that five times fast)
Well he did. I love it. It is pretty. When I ride it, I feel cute.
Until this morning, though, it was living at his house.
I stole this picture of Claire's blog ages ago because I thought it was cute.
Recently I stole THIS picture of Claire's blog because it made me happy.


The idea of bikes makes me happy.

Unfortunately, whenever I try to ride a bike uphill, (or even on flat surfaces for a long distance) I begin to contemplate suicide.

Today I was tricked.
"Hey, do you want a ride to school today?" asked Travis.
"Yes please," said Becky.
"Okay," said Travis, "I'm leaving work now. I'll swing by my place and get some things, fill up the scooter, and be right over."
"Okay, yay!" said Becky. "By the way, we should get my bike soon, I want it at my house."
"Consider it done."
"Thanks! See you soon!"

That sounds like I was going to get a ride to school, didn't it? It sounded like I would get to ride the scooter, which is just like a bike, but faster and involving way less work. I LOVE the scooter, because of the little bit of work involved.

Then Travis came, and we biked to school.
I had to.
I had missed the bus, assuming I would have a car to transport me to French.
The beginning and end were fine. The middle was up a HILL!

But biking home freaking kicked butt. and I looked darling.
If I do say so.
Bikes make people more cute.
Unless the bike looks like this:Or like this:
Happy:


See? pictures of cute bikes holding still?
Also: look. MORE happy: