Regressing

I finally put a basket on my bike!  I’ve been meaning to do that since I bought the bike years ago.  We biked over to the bike store, bought the basket, attached it to the bike, and then biked to Trader Joe’s for bread, milk, and flowers.

I swear I didn’t just buy the flowers so I could bike home with them peeking out of my new basket.  Now I need a light and a bell.  And possibly a rack to go over the rear wheel.  I can’t wait to bike to the library!  Yes, I’m a grown-up.  I’m a grown-up in Eugene, where EVERYone has a bike.