Friday is an Open Road

Today I went to a bicylcle shop with William. He wants a bicycle and I think I am going to get one too. I want one of those old-fashioned bikes with chipped paint, pastel purple (lilac) curvy handlebars and a place for a basket. I love everything about bicycles. I like their giant round wheels. I like the endless possibilities of the positioning of basket. All of the things I could fill that basket with. Juice, candy, bread, cheese, a book...Most of all I like those nifty messenger bags bicyclers wear, but I already have one of those.

We took public transport to Open Road Cycles to go inspect some new bicycles for William (That's the only way you can get anywhere around Clayton). I quickly scanned the shop for my ideal bicycle and didn't find it. So I quickly became bored.I became even more bored when William and Mr. Bicycle shop owner began to casually throw around bicycle lingo like "hybrid" and "sports bike" and "mountain bike" and "U-lock" and "insert more fancy words here" and "here". I kind of like this shiny red bicycle that was hanging from the ceiling but the price tag made me look away. Quickly. So in the end he chooses one and the takes it for a ride up and down the footpath in front of the shop. I sat outside examining this hideous neon green easy rider on the other side of the footpath in front of the shop until William came back. When he brought the bicycle back inside he through around some more lingo with Mr. Bicycle shop owner and decided he wanted the bicycle along with some other stuff like a pump, a lock, a helmet and some sort of mini-tool set "to get you out of trouble". All for an even AU$400.

He's currently exploring other alternatives on how to spend an even AU$400. Sometime this weekend I'm going to go take a look at my dream bicycle: one of those old-fashioned bikes with chipped paint, pastel purple (lilac) curvy handlebars and a place for a basket...