I have been wanting a little pink bike for the longest time, just a little one without all those fancy gears and brakes. When gears and handlebar brakes entered my life, that was when my relationship with bikes officially ended. I never figured those things out. I was about 10.
I spent years not knowing that such a thing existed as a grown-up bike like the one I had as a little kid, and as soon as I learned that, I knew I had to have one. I imagined the cute little outfits I’d wear as I rode around my neighborhood on my cute little bike. Less than a month after we started dating, I sent Andy an email: If I had a bike, this is exactly what I hope I’d look like in it…
Well, Andy was listening. To that and all of the other ten million emails I sent him after it with pictures of the bikes I loved.
He shocked me with the bike at his parents’ house on Christmas Day, after all the other presents had been opened, and I never expected anything like it in a million years. I was stunned. I was shocked. I jumped up and down and I cried. I can’t wait for spring when I can ride around my neighborhood on the best bike ever next to the best boy ever.