I'm a pretty pony, clipity clop!

I got me a new bike!!

Well, it's used, but it's new to me. It's old, but I don't know how old. I want to say that it's an old bike in really good condition, but it's probably just a few years old made to look like a classic.

It's a sweet little cherry red beach cruiser with wide handlebars and petal breaks! Wee! Handle bar breaks are for suckers who switch their petaling direction to either make their bike go or make their bike not go. Me? Well when I switch my petaling direction I can make my bike switch from go to STOP!

I haven't decided on a name. Before I got her I was thinking I would name her Pretty Pony Jr., after my college bike that I bought from Toys R' Us and didn't love so much (er, let me rephrase, didn't love the hills of tallahassee so much) and let rot on a bike rack in front of salley hall, but I don't know. She is pretty, and does gallop like a pony, but she's also too cool to be named after a bike I rode three times and then sent out to graze in the perverbial pastor (where all pretty ponies are sent when deemed "not as cool as expected").

Next door neighbor immediately started calling her Shelia, but that one really doesn't do it for me.



What do you think?

Name me!!

No, I haven't ridden her yet. Why? Because I had to go to Target and watch TV, duh.