My Bike

So I pulled the ole bike down yesterday, dusted her off, took her to the bike shop and got her tires filled, then rode her to Prospect Park with a friend.

Apparently my bike is a girl.

Here she is:

For those of you who don't know, Prospect Park is like Brooklyn's Central Park. It's large and luscious and filled with trees and birds and fish and all sorts of wonderful things, like this swan, for instance:

The weather was lovely and I had a glorious day, but my bum hurts today from my bike seat.