Its to be expected that the days following purchasing Edgar would be dreary, grey, damp, and cold. Nothing says “come frolic down the Horseshoe Trail” like November skies and a forecast for flurries.
Still, happiness is a shiny new bike, purple and radiant, and one day I’ll want to ride him. Maybe even soon.
I hope real soon.
(Piccies pending sunlight to make him sparkle properly.)