Last Thursday, my friend Kaylynn loaded her beloved bike in the back of my car. She said, I want you to ride it. You need the practice. Besides I'm going to Mexico. She gave me her helmet and her allen wrench—For the seat, she said. You'll need to lower it.
Took it for a ride this morning, up City Creek. I'm probably addicted now. I've known for a while that I might fall head over heels for biking. But, seriously.