White wall tires.
King Charming spoils me!
Tonight's ride was a time machine.
I was eight-years-old again, racing through the Junior High parking lot, jumping curbs with the neighbor kids.
I didn't want to come in and be Mom and make dinner. I wanted to stay outside until my mom called me in for dinner, and then I wanted to play until the street lights came on.
My neighbor kid said it best, "Admit it. Your new bike makes you feel like your really not old."