I Love to Ride My Bicycle...

Today I hopped on the bike for a little bit.

Pretty neat, huh? It's a vintage red Schwinn, made in Chicago, and in pretty great shape. We can't find a stamp telling when it was made, but I assure you, this baby is old.

The metal basket (which delights me to no end) is, of course, a modern add-on. Stephen had the bike, complete with two containers of daisies in said basket, waiting for me outside on the sidewalk on Mother's Day. It was a charming picture. I wish I had taken an actual picture. But here's the bike. The daisies are in a planter hanging on my front door.

See?? Did you see that?? I CAN ride a bike! Turns out it's not so difficult, even for one such as I am who hasn't ridden one in a few years. The brakes are a little sticky and the seat likes to misbehave, but it's lovely and rideable and red and all mine.

Here I am with my two favorite (red) modes of transportation:

Now we're on the hunt for child seats and kid trailers. The whole family needs to experience the joy of riding the Schwinn.

(Note: Please forgive me my lax blogging of late. I've been remiss the last couple weeks, I realize. But currently all of the Cases are very sick with nasty colds. Believe me when I say that I think that tonight my head might very well explode. Stephen doesn't have a voice anymore, and Jack and Baylor think cold medicine is candy at this point. I promise that once we are up and running and I have room in my head for anything besides snot, I'll provide you with endless hours of mindless drivel, just as you've come to expect. I hate to disappoint my fans.)