Yes, it's a rusty old bike; kinda like my knees. Problem is I love to ride my bike. I have one of those wicker baskets for the front and I love it. I'm really too young to give up something that I love so much. There were many days that my brother and I would ride into town to spend our allowance at the drug store. I still take that route somedays...it takes longer to get there and I don't race anyone anymore, or stop along the roadside to pick Indian puzzles (don't know what they're really called, but they're those weeds that grow in ditches that you can pull apart and put back together.) My Aunt Stella always called them Indian puzzles, so that is what they were always called.

As for that bike up there...I've been beating myself up in warm water therapy with a little girl who looks like Snow White but acts like the wicked step-mother when we're in the water. I guess that's what a good Physical Therapist does though. Hopefully, by the time my son's open house has come and gone, my husband and I will be able to get to some bike riding. RA has taken a lot away from me & I've lost enough already, so, I'll keep working with Snow White so that in a month or so, the bike won't be so rusty and neither will my knees.