Oh, Betty

Am so jazzed to finally get to meet Betty Brown, so named by friend Carlos after he kindly went and got her for me. Betty was in Toronto, but the right size (it's hard to find a step-through for a woman over 5'8") and I was in Ottawa. Super Carlos came to my aid and gavde her that noxious name which has, sadly, stuck.

Since then, two other Toronto friends have seen her: Dave stored it in his storage locker, Mark picked it up and hauled it to his cottage, Mark's mother drove it from their cottage to Ottawa to drop it off in my dad's garage next door.

All these people have seen my bike but I have waited until the optimum moment for introduction. Methinks that shall occur this week.

When she goes for a tune I will have to procure a basket. Trés éxcitant.

Thoughts: wicker or black mesh basket?