I'm a true Virgo in every way except when it comes to practicality. Rather, I find myself to be fanciful and frivolous and, honestly, a wee bit ridiculous when it comes to some things. My longing for red toe shoes is the perfect example. Do I dance en pointe? No. Hell, I barely know the basic positions and my ass certainly isn't that flexible. Jon is afraid I'll hurt myself so I don't think I'll ever find those under the Christmas tree.
Then there's the ice luge mold, which I can't take full responsibility for because Jon totally encouraged me to buy it. We may not have our own freezer, but we have an ice luge mold, folks! And if you come to Jon's graduation party (which I have yet to plan or invite anyone to), it will be making an appearance!
But I'm not here to talk about pretty toe shoes or ways to simultaneously freeze your tongue and get drunk. I'm here to talk about beach cruisers. I've longed for one ever since watching that scene in Wedding Crashers where Rachel McAdams' and Owen Wilson's characters go on a bike ride to the beach. My family used to rent them during our beach vacations to Ocean City, MD and ride them on the boardwalk amidst some of my favorite smells in the world: warm sand and cold ocean, cocoa butter and coconut, Thrasher's fries with vinegar, Candy Kitchen salt water taffy and fudge...I could go on and on.
Beach cruisers are so feminine and charming and darling, much like I aspire to be. Never mind that they're not practical; I certainly don't have aspirations to be the next Lance Armstrong. I just want a lovely little bike to take riding on beautiful days. So Jon and I made a deal many months ago that a beach cruiser would be my "Yay, we have a house!" present. Jon would get a new grill and I would get a pretty, little beach cruiser. Good deal, if you ask me.
That is until I found a vintage beach cruiser at a garage sale last Saturday. For $15. Fifteen whole dollars. And it's pink! We bought it from a cute retired Air Force couple and the lady said she hadn't rode it in years. From some quick Googling, I figure it's from the seventies or eighties. I took it right in to the bike shop for a tune-up which ended up costing more than the bike itself, but that's okay because it's in perfect condition and I adore it!
I named her Pinky Flaminky.
She even has sweet fenders!
I bought her a shiny chrome bell so that I can tring-a-ling-ding to my heart's content.
P.S. Since so many of you have inquired, I'll be sharing the instructions on how to make your very own magical omelettes in my next post. :)