Much as I love my bike–a reddish-orangeish Gary Fisher Wahoo! (purchased back when Gary Fisher was Gary Fisher)–I do, occasionally, have lust in my heart for a newer, sprightlier model. With a kickstand. Banana seat. Oh, and pink streamers flowing from the handlebars.
Clearly I’m not the only quasi-adulteress out there or this thing called the Chicago Bike Swap wouldn’t exist.
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