Bike

A guy Richard works with is selling his bike - cheap - and I must admit we're both awwwfully tempted. Richard sold his beloved bike (Dorothy, after his grandmother) shortly after I moved in because he wanted to unload it while it still had most of its value, and we were both sad to see it (uh, her) go. I loved zipping through town on a muggy summer night, hugging my guy, listening to the snorts and purrs of the engine. Granted, it's kinda stupid to own a bike in western Canada, where it's winter for about 9 months every year, but...well...everybody else does it!