I haven't used my bike in two years. Now that the baby is old enough to ride in the baby seat, I want to dig it out from underneath the rubble in the garage. I have visions of the two of us riding around on warm, sunny spring days while the other two kids are in school.
My bike is buried in there somewhere.
Here it is. It's not much, but it's mine. My husband is going to give it a tune-up and put some air in the tires for me.