World, meet Rizzo. Rizzo, meet World.
Yes, it's a girl. And yes, she's named after the head of the Pink Ladies (there's pink writing on the side). I just hope she doesn't get accidently knocked up, too.
I had been hemming and hawing about buying a bike for at least a year, but I have spent the last two weeks going from used bike store to used bike store. Unfortunately, everything was over 250 euros, a price I couldnt justify. Finally, I went to Go Sport and saw a bike I liked, but at 179 euros. I didn't try it, opting to dream instead. The next day, however, I thought I should at least try it, to see if the dreaming was wortwhile. I went to a different Go Sport, one that is right next door to my house, and lo and behold, the bike was on sale there! For 139! I jumped on it and bought the damn thing... now I am completely in love.
So in love, in fact, that I way overdid the bike riding and now I have a mega sore ass. Still, what fun it is to ride through the deserted streets of Paris at night. It's a great way to get some exercise, and an added bonus is not even having to worry about making the last metro.
Does she have a basket? I hope so. I love the basket on the front.
Oh, yeah, she has a basket! The Boy told me to take the basket off because it looks lame, and I told him that at least 50% of the fun is in the basket. No way I'm taking that thing off. Actually, the basket it super handy, too. Eventually, I am going to buy a little pocket thingie for the back section, too, but that will have to wait a little while, I think.
Great Name.
I can see us now- biking around Paris in the summer heat, cruising the empty streets (everybody but us'll be on vacation), and singing, "Look at me, I'm Sandraa Dee..."
Gigi and Rizzo must meet soon.
the Knitter.