I spend a lot of time building my imaginary bike collection - all beautiful, most of them hand-made, and each for their own task. Since I sold the Cannondale, I've exclusively been riding my Long Haul Trucker, and the TARDIS and I have a relationship that is solid as ever. But....is there room in my life for something a bit....saucy? Sassy? Flirtatious, even? A bike fast enough for a man, but made for a woman? Could be. And when that day comes, I think I want it to be a Sweetpea Little Black Dress. LOOK AT IT.
I swear it's whispering to me. It wants me to hop on it, and start pedalling. We'll take it slow at first - clipping in, and relaxing into it, warming up. As the blood in my legs gets moving, maybe we'll make a stop for some tea, a scone, and a stretch. Then it's back on the road with the Little Black Dress. Together, through trees and past fields, up hills to view the hill country, then a swift descent, tucked into the drops, heart in my throat. Oh, yes, Little Black Dress, this is lust.