Yesterday I went to Express Bike Shop (which I totally recommend, by the way) and was pleased to find at least a couple of suitable used bikes at reasonable prices.  Riding around the block made me super excited, but I knew I had to exercise restraint and not buy the first pretty thing I see.  Last year I was so driven to just get a bike that I made a foolish mistake and bought a crappy one from craigslist.  It was such a disaster that I pledged to myself: never again.  [Fine, I'm exaggerating, but it really wasn't a good bike.  I have learned.]  So, I called my dad the bike expert to give me a second opinion today.
But as luck would have it, my dear old dad took a walk this morning and found two vintage bikes about to be thrown away.  He saved them from a horribly mangled landfill death and called me up.  One is a super nice, really light Raleigh racing bike.  It was a little too big for me and also just a little too racy.  (No, not in that way!  I mean...ah, forget it. You know.]  The other one is a lady Schwinn, which my dad described as "dorky" over the phone - but dorky to him is RETRO and AWESOME to me.  While I've joked before that I'm usually too much lady for a lady bike, with some adjustments, it worked.  
It makes sense, really.  Last year I got burned by a loser bike, and this year I come across a free one.  I consider it good bike karma.  
[And there will be pictures at some point, but this bike deserves to be photographed against a good backdrop with sunlight, which my apartment cannot provide at this time.]
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oooh, hooray to your dad for finding a dorky-awesome bike! dads rock like that.
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