So...guess what. I've got exciting news. I mean, May-Jor.

Dare I say it?

Well.... okay then.
I'm in love
With a bike.

Isn't it perrrrdy?

And trust me, these feelings don't come around too often. I mean, for a pair of shoes or a handbag maybe (okay, regularly). For a boy.... even less so.

But my, oh my. The bike.

And the best part? (yes, believe it or not, it gets better!)

The Hamburger Bell.

Yes, a hamburger bell. No further explanation is necessary, really.

I never knew I could feel this way about a road bike - in fact I was downright nervous about the whole idea at first...

A bike? In a city?
On the ROAD?
But, isn't that where the CARS are? You know, those massive steel machines driven by angry - and perhaps incompetent - commuters at a speed that isn't technically, or legally, allowed?

(Growing up in the Northwest of America, bikes only came in one style - Mountain. And that, generally is where they were used. In forests and while camping, (and perhaps in suburbia as well), but not in the city. And definitely not on the road. Thats just crazy. )

Add to this the insane and often incomprehensible London road system and me on a bike has all the ingredients to be a recipe for disaster.

But I took a risk. I bought the bike. I rode the bike. And discovered, I like riding the bike.
Its actually not all that bad. Or scary.

Now lets just pray no one opens a car door in to me... (sorry Mom, please don't read that part.)