I bought a bike. My Darling B wanted to stop at a yard sale on the way home from the market. It was at a house on the lake front, so she figured they had to be rich and instead of the usual piles of work-out junk, they would have lots of high-quality junk to sell. She wasn’t wrong about that. The guy had a Trek bike he was asking only seventy-five bucks for. It felt wrong for me to walk away from a bargain like that. I didn’t even haggle about the price, just handed over the cash and rode it home.
Then I spent the weekend riding it around town. I rode a loop around Lake Monona on Saturday, stopping at Machinery Row Bicycles to buy some accessories (it needed new handlebar grips, a kickstand, and a mirror). On Sunday I rode out to the arboretum and back. My butt didn’t like the second ride as much. Truth be told, it didn’t like the first ride, either. But my butt’s opinion doesn’t count as much as mine, and I had a great time.