My bike!

I own a bike! There is officially nothing standing in the way of me doing this ride, except perhaps a car and the pavement I will hit if I have trouble clipping in/out of the pedals on the road (don't worry mommy, I will practice practice practice on grass!).

Anyone who knows me knows that I name everything. My car, my stuffed animals/produce, my laptop - they all have names. Now I have the difficult task of naming my beautiful, beautiful bicycle, pictured here:


As soon I as I saw my bike, I fell in love. So light, so sleek. And of course, I had to pick it up on the coldest day of the year. Where are you, warm weather? Moderately warm weather? I'll settle for that, too. I'm ready for spring and weekends spent cycling for hours.

Since me and the trusty bike will be spending lots of time together, it's only fitting that he/she/it has a suitable name. If anyone is still reading this blog, I would like some feedback. The three finalists are:

1. Henry: No particular reason for this name, I just like it. I like it even more because my bike has a bit of pink on it, and thus Henry wouldn't have to conform to gender stereotypes.
2. Florence: I've been listening to a lot of Florence + the Machine lately and something about her soaring vocals really translate well to this whole journey.
3. Sophia Loren: the bike looks like she could be a glamorous Italian diva, although I'm pretty sure that no part of her was actually built in Italy. My only case against this is that is about three syllables too long for me to reliably use.

Next up: padded shorts - a gal's best friend!