Dear bicycle,
You may not be some carbon fibre cutie, a fancy sports car or a romantic horse-drawn carriage, but to me, you are the ultimate Valentine. Sure, you may not have leather seats or aero tubing, but you do have a threaded bottom bracket and a really pro-looking name sticker that never fails to impress. And let’s be real, you’re way more reliable than any human Valentine I’ve ever had.
You’re always there for me, whether it’s a leisurely Sunday ride or a last-minute river loop. You never judge me for my smelliness or my questionable fashion choices. And you never complain when I insist on taking a “shortcut”, even if it means an extra hill and kilometre or two (or twenty).
You’ve been my wingman (or wing-bicycle) on countless adventures and you’ve never let me down. You’ve even helped me find lots of new friends along the way. At one time I did think that you and the bike shop had something going on, but let’s keep that between us, okay? Nobody’s perfect – I won’t mention the gravel bike if you don’t.
So here’s to you, my dear bicycle. You may not be a carbon fibre cutie, a fancy sports car or a romantic horse-drawn carriage, but you are my ride-or-die Valentine. Let’s keep pedalling through life and our adventures together, and maybe, just maybe, we’ll make it to a fancy sports car or a romantic horse-drawn carriage one day.
We both know that for each of us, the journey is the destination. Who really cares where we get to – as long as we’re together.
Happy Valentine’s Day, my dear bicycle.
Love,
Your Valentine.
