When my wrists and fingers informed me that I was going to get a recumbent if I wanted to keep riding bikes, I resisted for a while, but started doing some homework as to what is out there. My head spun.

Then one day I walked into my friendly LBS (the owner takes fat ladies seriously!) and looked around. I could hear whispering from the back of the store. ("Hey, sweet thing, you look like you need some excitement in your life.")

DH was with me, so I tried to ignore it. ("We'd turn heads together.")

I test rode a bike. Um, not IT. ("I'm back here. We were made for each other.")

I ignored harder and discussed gear ratios with the LBS owner. ("Remember that cross-country trip you've been planning all your life? I can take you. I want to take you. It will be fun.")

I gave in and looked. There in the back corner was a blue and silver long wheel base aluminum bike with a smoke fairing and an attitude.

I fell in love.

And that, my friends, is how William came into my life. I've told people I like him better than DH, and I'm not entirely sure I'm joking - and neither is DH.