Yesterday, LM (Love Muffin) and I went for a ride. It's been a long time since we've done that - just got in the car and took off with no particular destination in mind (other than to find a hot dog stand, somewhere) - so we just went West and hours later found ourselves at Carmel's house. Carmel is a childhood friend of LM's.
We sat around and BS'ed for a while and I happened to mention to Bones (Carmel's husband) that he should keep an eye open for a bicycle, should he happen across a garage sale in town. I told him I wanted a big old balloon tired bike, with a big saddle seat. (I'm sorry, but my butt can't tolerate those banana seats they put on bicycles. I might as well wear a thong.)
Bones said, "Come with me."
There, buried in the back of his garage, was an old (and I do mean old) Sears Spaceliner - a silver mostrosity that fit the bill - it even has suspension on the front fork!
He said, "Take it."
And I did.
Pictures to follow as soon as I get it all fixed up.