I’ve been checking used bike shops this past week with faint hopes of finding my red Iron Horse hybrid, missing for two weeks. Alas, no such luck.
But I did spot this pretty little thing. It’s the best shade of orange–burnt and bright–and reminds me of my very first bicycle, a used Gitane ten-speed that was way too big for eight-year-old me but oh how I loved him. His name was Clyde.
This would be a great Tucson ride–love the big ol’ headlight, and orange is, of course, the color of the year.
Dreaming of cruising through the dark hot nights with my hands in the air.