My ride

I've got a new guy. He's French. Moves fast. Very supportive.


I haven't decided on his name yet, but he and I took our first spin yesterday. 13 miles to Kate's house with Lacy and Tai.

My ride couldn't come inside. He had to wait in the garage. That deflated him. What I thought was just a temporary flat came back, so Lacy and I had to take public transportation home. But while we were riding, I felt strong. I felt warm, in spite of snow flurries, and I felt happy.

I need to get him to the bike doctor so that he and I can continue to outrun the winter blues.

Taking suggestions for my new ride's name in comments . . .