wound, meet salt

I liked, nay loved, my bike. It had true sentimental value and was super vintage-cool. Now, as you may know, it is gone.
Yes, I'm still bitter about it.
Today, as I was making my rounds of the blogosphere, I found this post on sfgirlbybay.

Yes, mine had a good 40 years on this one... and was rusty and a little bit broken and heavier than my car. But it was mine. I had a comfy, vintage bike and now I don't, and after reading this post I want one more, and can't really afford it right now.
bummer