When we arrived home to our Cape Cod, there was a 1966 Raleigh roadbike sitting in the garage. This bike denoted style and I couldn't help imagine what might have been. If I had been a twenty-something Modern girl when this bike was young, I would've dressed for my bike.
On my way to class or the boardwalk, I would've worn cropped cigarette pants with a striped shirt, scarf around my neck and sunglasses covering my face. I would've had confident red lipstick, a loose bun and a little leather purse, just because it looked good. I'd have obviously been pedalling in espadrilles, chicly, humming Tapestry. And I would've known that I was the "It Girl." All because of this bike.
We sold the "style" bike. I must come to terms with the fact that I don't ride bike, though when I watched it ride away, I was convinced that I would... for this bike.
Looks fast! They all would have been like, "Who is that girl? She's so fast!"
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