Flossie is in the capable hands of Recycled Cycles www.recycledcycles.com getting some new bits and pieces. The guys recognized her, and gathered around to ooh and ahh a bit. It tugged at my heartstrings to leave her there, and as I went out the door I asked one of the guys if he would pat her every night and tell her a bedtime story. He said he'd make sure the mechanics treated her right...

They didn't laugh at me.
They understand bike love...

(now, what kind of cookies should I bring them when I go to pick her up? Or should I bring a six-pack of beer instead?)