...I'm quite lucky in that I work in a sector that I love. I work for a cycling charity who, amongst other things, sell second hand bikes, and ocassionally I help man the bike sale.
At the last sale I worked at a gorgeous burgundy and gold vintage bike caught my eye and stole my heart. I saw myself on it, cycling along country tracks, the wind in my hair, the scent of flowers on the breeze...
My imagination got the better of me (as it often does), and lo and behold, I parted with my cash and the bike came home with me, even though I've already got a bike, a rather nice, relatively new one at that. But there was definitely room in my heart (though not in my shed) for Misty:
I love the fact that Misty is older than me. As I'm riding along, I like to think of all the previous adventures it's been on in the last 32 years.
There is also no better stress reliever than getting on my bike and pedaling and pedaling and pedaling, the motion of the pedals going round winding any stress right out of me.