Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer do
I'm half crazy all for the love of you...
I've been meaning to introduce you to Daisy for the past month, but somehow, life keeps getting in the way. Work, German tests, baking parties, hobbits, museum visits, travel plans, and all the other things. In recent weeks, I've actually taken to deleting unfinished tasks from my 'to do' list because they've been on there so long that I got tired of looking at them.
Before Daisy falls victim to the same fate, I guess I better buckle down. So here you go: Internet, meet Daisy, my new favourite thing that exists in the world.
I'm half crazy all for the love of you...
I've been meaning to introduce you to Daisy for the past month, but somehow, life keeps getting in the way. Work, German tests, baking parties, hobbits, museum visits, travel plans, and all the other things. In recent weeks, I've actually taken to deleting unfinished tasks from my 'to do' list because they've been on there so long that I got tired of looking at them.
Before Daisy falls victim to the same fate, I guess I better buckle down. So here you go: Internet, meet Daisy, my new favourite thing that exists in the world.
She is brand spankin' new (or she was a month ago), and she is mine.
Daisy has 32 functioning gears, which is 32 more than my old bike had. She has four brake pads (my old bike had two that worked in dry weather and none that worked in the rain), and one whole seat that doesn't look like it's been gnawed by an animal. Isn't she beautiful?
She zooms up and down hills at roughly the speed of sound, with nary a creak or a groan. She is all stealth mode, all the time. I ring my bell as I come up behind some of those lesser-evolved beings who still haven't figured out the difference between the Fußweg and the Radweg, and they jump in surprise. They don't even have time to give me cut-eye, let alone berate me in angry Wienerisch, before I've ninjaed my way on past.
My old bike had not been in particularly good shape when I got her, and she'd been getting steadily worse in recent months. Her whinges and whines could be heard all the way to the next district, especially when I got her going into the wind or up a hill. Eventually, it became clear that if I didn't replace her soon, she was going to end up crumbling to bits beneath me, most likely on a day that I was carrying a whole bunch of fragile research equipment.
Daisy has made me a solid promise to never do such a thing. In return, I have been tucking her into bed every night, down in the nice dry cellar, instead of locking her up outside in the rain and cold. She's been very good-natured about having to share her sleeping quarters with my old bike, which I haven't had the heart to dispose of.
She's a champ, that Daisy. We have many adventures ahead of us!
Daisy has 32 functioning gears, which is 32 more than my old bike had. She has four brake pads (my old bike had two that worked in dry weather and none that worked in the rain), and one whole seat that doesn't look like it's been gnawed by an animal. Isn't she beautiful?
She zooms up and down hills at roughly the speed of sound, with nary a creak or a groan. She is all stealth mode, all the time. I ring my bell as I come up behind some of those lesser-evolved beings who still haven't figured out the difference between the Fußweg and the Radweg, and they jump in surprise. They don't even have time to give me cut-eye, let alone berate me in angry Wienerisch, before I've ninjaed my way on past.
My old bike had not been in particularly good shape when I got her, and she'd been getting steadily worse in recent months. Her whinges and whines could be heard all the way to the next district, especially when I got her going into the wind or up a hill. Eventually, it became clear that if I didn't replace her soon, she was going to end up crumbling to bits beneath me, most likely on a day that I was carrying a whole bunch of fragile research equipment.
Daisy has made me a solid promise to never do such a thing. In return, I have been tucking her into bed every night, down in the nice dry cellar, instead of locking her up outside in the rain and cold. She's been very good-natured about having to share her sleeping quarters with my old bike, which I haven't had the heart to dispose of.
She's a champ, that Daisy. We have many adventures ahead of us!