Quite sadly, my last bike was stolen right out of my yard while filling our moving van. It wasn’t the greatest bike, but it was still my bike.
Very kindly, my mother-in-law offered up her old bike. It’s a gray old Mongoose. Nothing fancy, yet quite functional.
I’m at the point in my life, where I really don’t want a fancy car (that can be broken into), I don’t want an expensive bike (that can be stolen right out of my yard), nor do I want precious materials throughout my home (that would make me lose sleep and want to buy an alarm system).
I simply want comfy things and well thought-out pieces that I can enjoy every day. And yet, if they were no longer in my life, it wouldn’t cause me any angst. In fact, it would bring me joy because then I’d have a reason to hunt for a new well worn-out treasure!
My little girl thought it would be a great idea to take those new duct tapes on the market and decorate what she has termed my ” ugly bike”.
She just so happens to have a not-so-normal mother who thought this was a flipping splendid idea!
We duct-taped my bike. It now looks like Pee-Wee Herman’s flower garden and I simply love it.
If it gets worn-out, I’ll pick new tape and if someone tries to steal it, well good luck riding this bike through town.
I think we all shall know who it belongs to!