I want

I love my bike. It’s pretty. It’s fast. It’s mine.

But yesterday while walking down Cannon Street on my way to the Elk these lovelies caught my eye and I swear I had thoughts of cheating on my trusty Trek. I have two pair of running shoes. Why can’t I have two bicycles?

Look at those colors. The flowers. The fenders. That bright yellow bell. Oh, the bell. Sigh. Until I live in a two-wheel-commutable neighborhood I’ll have to lust after that striped saddle from afar.

Want one? Get one. At Steve’s On Cannon Street in Browne’s Edition.