|She's a lot less shiny now. Also, it looks like it was rainy|
in Lubbock on the day she came home, so clearly she's a
Oh, sweetie. That's cute. Have I never explained to you that it's the other way around? https://t.co/zGREWoDEge— Sharlie the Bike (@SharlieBike) August 1, 2017
Chadwick and I went to two different bike shops before I finally settled on Sharlie being the one. (He was pushing me toward the equivalent Trek model. I held firm on wanting a Giant.) I asked the gent in the shop to air up her tires so I could ride her home, mostly because there was no way we were fitting her in our tiny car, but also because I couldn't wait another minute for our first ride together. Also, Chadwick was convinced that hopping on Sharlie would magically make me faster and he wanted to see just how quick the ride home would be. She has some magical qualities, to be sure, but that hasn't been one of them so far. (He thought that it was, though. That day and every day after.)
We've ridden over 9000 miles together, and barring any dangerous/careless/just plain dumb drivers taking either of us out, we plan to carry on for another 9000.
|She likes Cincinnati so far, although we both agree that|
the bike parking around here leaves a great deal to be desired.