Epiphitic

Just recently I have made a new friend who has rekindled an old love in a way that I didn't think was possible. It wasn't a love that I neglected or really took for granted...ok, maybe a little.

This will sound silly to most people: (but if you get me, you will know that this is all me) my first love outside of my parents was my bike. Yes, yes, yes, it's just a bucket of parts, but it's the concept of what my bikes have given me: Freedom, competence, discipline, confidence, toughness, bliss.

I can honestly say that my bike and the exploits therewith have lead to all good things in my life.

My new friend has made me appreciate bikes in their simplest form and even though I ride my bike every day, through her eyes, it is all of a sudden fresh, golden and new.

I have even gotten a new snazzy bling bling bike that is just sublime, but my beloved fish (AKA The Landshark) still makes me giddy with epiphitic glee.

She (the Landshark) is a tank, a full 1/3rd heavier than the new bikes, but riding her makes me feel a joy that is quite.....I can't even describe it.

She is true, solid, capable and enduring.