A few years ago, my friend, Doris, happened to be driving down her street and saw a vintage bike that someone had put out for the trash pick-up. Doris rushed home to get her husband (and his van) to “rescue” the bike. She propped it against an old post in her yard.
It looks so cute that I’ve been on the look-out for an old bike for our yard. And last weekend, I found this little beauty.
(Now I’m on the lookout for an old bicycle basket, so I can put a plant in it, just like Doris did.)
When I got home from my antiquing trip last weekend, Motor Man came out to help me take my treasures out of the bed of HIS pick-up truck. (Old chair in the background: $5.)
And, well….I guess little boys don’t always completely grow up.
I will spare my dear husband the humility and embarrassment and not share what happened next….
But I will say that it did result in this:
Guess some “little boy” remains in every man.