June 2, 2007. Seven years ago today, I met you, one of the best friends I have ever had. You, my bicycle, my Novara Randonee. We have traveled over 30,000 miles together, over mountain passes, along the pacific coast through woods and valleys, even occasionally handling some bumpy roads but we have never left the other one stranded. You’ve seen me through some difficult times and gently pushed me forward when I thought I was at the end of my abilities, both mentally and physically. I have been with you for more time than I have owned any single motor vehicle and you’ve been more dependable than any of them.  When my relationships went bad, you were still there, waiting patiently for me, not judging me. You helped me get through heartache and pain. When I am down you cheer me up.

Sometimes when I am stumped with a problem all I have to do is hangout with you for awhile to work things out and come up with a solution.

The way you make me feel is amazing and I would be hard pressed to put it into words, although I believe this picture conveys my emotions.

You help me stay in shape, the ultimate workout buddy, and when we go places you never ask me for gas money.

Okay, I will admit there have been times when I have been frustrated during our longstanding friendship, even sick at times. Truly though the fault was mine, not yours. You have taught me so many lessons. Among them, patience, perseverance and how to overcome obstacles. When I gave up and threw in the towel, you understood and again waited patiently for me, knowing that thanks to our experiences I would see that I am really capable of so much more than even I thought I was. Where would I be without you? You have helped to make me a better man in too many other ways to count, and for that I thank you my friend.

Until next time my dear readers,