The end of cool

It took the bike mechanic almost two weeks to fix my bike. Apparently bike tires are hard to get in this country.

But, now my sweetheart is back and every day I take her for a little spin to work.

Ain't she sweet?

Unfortunately, I did have to make a though decission. The roads here are populated by big cars that tend to abruptly change direction to where I am on my bike. Saturday I therefore surrendered, went to the bike store and bought a helmet.

There's no denying: I look like a dork...