Pining for Peddles: bike lust, pure and simple

Pining for Peddles: bike lust, pure and simple

It’s not big, and it’s not clever - but I feel like I’m 7 years old again and want a good old whine - you see, I have bike envy. Quite bad bike envy. Put it this way… I WANNA NEW BIKE!!!! Having a daughter has meant owning bikes with glittery tassels on the handlebars, a basket on the front for dolls (or the cat if she sits still long enough), beads on the wheels that clatter. You know the type of thing. But our gorgeous and incredibly lanky daughter has now outgrown her bike and the time has arrived for her first proper, grown up sized bike. After much debate over BMX versus traditional, colours, basket/no basket (no basket, apparently they’re not cool unless you’re a *little* girl or a mum), etc, she's finally got her clutches on her shiny new bike. Boy it’s a beauty! (Hence my jealousy). It’s a traditional Raleigh in a lovely pale blue. With silver mudguards and 18 gears (18! mine only used to have 3…) Spokes that glitter in the sunshine as she peddles. Lovely chunky grips on the handlebars, and a nice squishy seat. And it’s so shiny…. So very, very shiny….

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