M Is For Mine

Not only did my sister and I have a great time on Saturday (minus the dead car battery incident that she handle with common sense and gumption while I freaked out), we went out again on Sunday afternoon.  The sun was shining, her husband watched the little kids, and an estate sale close by was wheeling and dealing.  We'd never gone to a Sunday afternoon sale before and were very curious about how low the prices would be slashed.

It was like, wow!  We had our arms full and even a box or two, and we each paid $7 for our huge pile of treasures.  As I was standing there waiting for my sister to do one more walk through (making sure we didn't miss anything!), I stared at this old bicycle.  It'd been one of the first things I looked at, but I was there for smaller things and didn't want to spend all my money at the start.

I'd gotten such a great deal on my things already, I turned to the cash gal and asked, "Would you take $5 for that bike?"

Her enthusiastic, "Yes!" led me to believe they might have given up hope on selling it, and then I second guessed myself.  What if it was too broken for riding?  What if it was $5 wasted?  I rolled it over to the car and decided if it was trashed, the bike rack at the back could be salvaged.  Its hinge is still trap tight.

There is no way to describe my joy when my husband pumped up the tires that still held air, adjusted the seat to fit me, and I gave it a test run.  The brakes are solid, the gears shift nicely, and I am now the proud owner of a bike!

M is for Mine!