It’s been five years since I took this bike (named Attica) down from the attic, after it was up there for twenty years. I’ve Rode to Joy in so many places since then. I often break out in song*, such as I did yesterday on the Freedom Parkway path in Atlanta, Georgia, USA:
You can hear the story of when I took Attica down, and what happened next, in my reading from the second chapter of my book, Traveling at the Speed of Bike:
Maybe you have an Attica (or a Garagica, Shedica or Basementica), too. Maybe you will take it out and see what happens next, too.