I found a rusty old bike many years ago at a yard sale.  I had seen a photo of a vintage bike propped up against the front of a house with a basket of trailing flowers attached to the front, so I bought the bike in spite of the rust and the ruined tires.  I actually did attach a basket and had some ivy growing out of it for one season.  It’s been under our deck for many years now.  Mr. Man recently had it refurbished as a surprise for me, and I was thrilled.  Here’s my oldie but goodie:

With new tires and chain, a recycled seat, and a lot less rust – now she’s the bomb!  Unfortunately, Mr. Man forgot to get the brakes fixed.  So no hills for me until we get that little thing taken care of.  I just can’t help myself but break into vintage Queen’s “Bicycle, bicycle!  I want to ride my bicycle, I want to ride my bike.  I want to ride my bicycle, I want to ride it where I like . . . “