It has probably been 10 years since I last sat atop a bike and I'm not so confident that the old adage is true - I think I may have forgotten how to ride a bike. That doesn't stop me daydreaming of balmy summer afternoons (oh which there is a distinct lack of in Sydney at the preset moment) riding leisurly around the inner west with Oh, stopping to buy a loaf of crusty bread at the bakery... and then I wake up and realise how incredibly wanky that sounds.All things aside - I want a bike! A beautiful bike with a basket... (and maybe some elbow pads while I'm at it)
This bike is called Gyspy. She has a basket and PINK spokes. I think I need it.. (and a cool 1K with which to buy it)
Holy smokes, this is a gorgeous bike... (it's Dutch and called Tree of Life if you're interested)
This bike is named Jenny... my mumma's namesake! Based on that, and your incredibly cute exterior, I think we should be friends.
All bikes were found at The Bicycle Store
PS Owen is dying to do an experiment to see whether or not I really can ride a bike... Results are currently pending but will let you know how I go. Prepare for tears and grazes.