I took this bike out of the attic a little over four years ago, after it had been up there for more than twenty years. I named her Attica. She runs like a wild horse, and she has changed my life. (See Chapter 2: The Bike in the Attic in Traveling at the Speed of Bike.)
Attica has gotten a bit worse for the wear, plus I don’t really like sporting noticeable brands (even though this one is valuable only to me), so today’s rainy day paint job covered up both chipped paint and logos.
She feels more like a part of the team now, since Magic and Mulie and Data (who is possibly about to be renamed Mary Poppins because that bike is practically perfect) are all painted as well. I guess you could say she’s my painted pony now.