I am happy to report that The Creme (okay, I’m getting there on this one) has arrived in New York City, where after a quick jaunt over to The Met to ogle the “Alexander McQueen: Savage Beauty” exhibit, it will no doubt stop to take in Daniel Radcliffe in How to Succeed in Business Without Really Trying.
I, however, remain without a bike I can comfortably ride. This is not making me happy.
I haven’t heard from the Dutch Bike Co. on their progress with The Raleigh. I’m tempted to be like one of those hovering helicopter mothers and call them constantly to ask for spoke updates, but I don’t really have it in me. I want them to like me, you know?
The fact that The Creme is in the country gives me hope, but I feel like my thighs are atrophying as we speak.