For her
Bike shopping makes me nervous. I do not like looking at all the beautiful, fiendishly cool machines that my heart yearns for but I could never afford. I do not like how the small bikes for teenagers leer at me from the edge of the store, whispering that they are probably more likely to fit my puny stunted body than the adult bikes. I do not like the mild, nagging fear that whichever bike I choose will seem fantastic in the shop but will turn out to be the completely wrong choice the moment I leave the shop and accidentally...