Mr. DD assembled her for me from a stash of old bicycles he has at the farm. I mentioned that it would be nice to have a bike to pedal around the lake, as a change of pace from walking the paths. Off he went with Morris, brought back the necessary parts and had the bike together in a couple of days. (He is a mechanical genius in a way that my mechanically dyslexic self will never understand.)
She has several gears, but only one speed-slow-which suits me just fine. I hadn't ridden a bike in at least 10 or 15 years, so I approached my first ride with trepidation, walking Frankie over to the bike path, looking both ways before I crossed the street.
It's true that you never forget how to ride a bike. I did have to be careful, proceeding with caution, slowing down on slopes and just paying attention. I had a grin on my face throughout the ride-the source, I think, of all the smiles and greetings I received from other travellers on the bike path. Perhaps they were simply thinking that it was really sweet to see an old lady on her bike. No matter. I was a beginner again. It was wonderful.
The best way to show our love is through action. The best gifts aren't expensive, but the thought behind them makes them priceless. Mr. DD gave me both when he built Frankie. (I did buy him fudge at the Cathedral Village Street Fair!)
A warm thanks, too, to Morris, who rode shotgun out to the farm and is seen here, guarding his Kong from all invaders who might venture into the backyard: