Nilla sits nicely in my garage. I am not sure why, but not once have I parked my car in the garage. So it is a running joke that my bike is more important than my car. The funny thing is - it's not a joke! I adore that bike. I am not quite sure how to fully express the joy I find in riding Nilla. One Saturday I had what I claim to be the "perfect day." I went running in the morning, went shopping and bought a flirty shirt, attended the Temple, rode Nilla for an hour or so, rented a redbox, and finished the night by watching "Leap Year" and painting. The day was absolutely delightful. The highlight was riding Nilla. I had an entire hour to reflect on everything I had just experienced in the Temple. And the moment was just peaceful. I may sound dramatic - and rightly so - but moments like those are necessary to remember why I am happy. Sometimes I forget. It is nice to know that something so simple can remind me.
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