Good-bye to a dear friend

I sold a friend Monday night.

Lucy, my plucky red rocket bicycle, has gone to a new home.

The guys at the bike shop were desperate for me to get rid of that “old thing,” but I was quite fond of her. A fancy, new all-carbon frame she is not, but that didn’t make her a bad bike. She is a great commuter and a comfy, solid ride for someone just getting into riding. And that is basically what I used her for when I first got her. Since then, however, I’ve taken up things like week-long rides that go for hundreds of miles. So it did kinda make sense for me to upgrade. Then there was also the little issue of Lucy being entirely too large for me (hence back problems, neck problems, hard to handle the bike itself, hard to look back, poor power transfer, etc.)

Even though we have way too many bikes in the garage, she was too big for me and I needed the cash, it was still quite hard to sell her. I have so many memories associated with her and she seemed to have her own character. Makes me think of the blog post, Do Bikes Have Souls?

But I did the right thing. It wasn’t fair for me to keep her locked up in a garage with no chance to ever play outside. So she has gone to a new home and I wish her and Barbara (I think that was the woman’s name), the best of luck!