Feel the Freedom

The green scent of grass, the turquoise beam of sun-filled sky on my face, the warm, heavy, muggy breeze blowing across my cheeks.  I feel my thighs growing stronger with every pump.  The hum of pavement friction meeting the white-walled tires.  My hair is too short and hampered by helmet to flow behind me and the second-hand trailer limits my speed (despite the calls of "Faster, Mom, faster!" behind me), but I feel like the most liberated woman on the planet.

She is the best Mother's Day present EVAR!  This is "Diana":

And after much searching on kijiji I finally found a trailer.  Lumpy, a guy who runs a used bike shop out of his home here in Peterborough, didn't have a trailer, but his buddy, Charlie/Butch, said he might be able to get one.  After going to the Gilmour Street yard sale, I called Butch and he told me that his sister, Kareen, had one.  I called Kareen, and she did have one...instead of having to pay upwards of $100 for a used trailer, she said that I could HAVE IT, if I came to pick it up.  It was filthy (it had been sitting behind their shed for a season or two), but after a scrub, some Vim and a rinse, it looks fantastic.

Don't mind the maple keys that had fallen into it...this is "Prince":

Together, they are the secret identity of Wonder Woman!

Not quite a lasso and wrist bands and tiara, but she does have some accesories...her bell and her basket.