This is the name of a bike I have inherited. It is a very fine bike. You will remember it from ancient history in Okinawa. https://quietripple.wordpress.com/2011/06/11/la-zanahoria/
Anyroadupwards, this incredibly high quality instrument has now become mine. I am very happy. What about Big Red you ask?
Big Red was my companion through one of the healthiest periods of my life. She powered me all around San Francisco and subsequently around Okinawa.
I got lazy, I cycled less, the real crunch was my knee operation which rendered me old and creaky. I left poor Big Red outside in the howling storm.
O Big Red thou art sick.
The invisible worm,
That flies in the night
In the howling storm:
Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy:
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.
I dare not publish a photo of what she looks like now, suffice it to say that you always kill the one you love.
The new bike, for whom I do not have a name, had flat tires when I inherited her. I went to Ishikawa, where there is a very fine bike shop, to buy a pump.
I ride my bike.
New bike, I will keep you inside away from the invisible worm. I promise