Oh, vintage brown Schwinn, how do I love thee?

Let me count your spokes.

Sometimes people are just the coolest, ya know? That is how I feel about good friend and fellow-cws grad student M. This guy is a rock star. He's a rock star cyclist (he used to be one of those amazing bicycle delivery men in Manhattan); he's a rock star scholar (seriously, every time the guy opens his mouth I learn something); and he's actually a real rock star too (he's played bass in several big NY acts, and has a number of album credits)! I'm lucky to know him, let alone be his neighbor (for two more months :( ).

He's been helping me browse for bikes for a few months--but a couple of weeks ago said that he had found me a sweet frame at the bikeshop he co-ops at and was building me a ride... as a gift--as in FREE for me. Holy sweetness!

I have been letting he and his family drive my little white Civic when ever they need it, and this was his thank-you for that little act of we're-never-using-it-so-why-not service.

Anyway, so yesterday he drops off the coolest looking bike in the world. It is a brown(!), ten-speed, vintage Schwinn. With the coolest handlebars and seat ever. The seat, as you can see, has a big S for Starmaster (or Schwinn).

I went out and bought a helmet today.

Thank you M.! You are the best kind of friend.