The Story of a Bike: Gigi

I found her in the alley,

someone had written "please take" on the fenders.

So I did.

We wobbled home together.

When my Hubby saw us come into the yard,

he smiled.

He got right to work doing his thing.

 He started polishing metal, 

tightening brakes,

and pumping air into the tires.

And then we rode off into the sunset.

What a great weekend.