I have an official announcement on this rather dreary Southern-fried Friday. After twenty-five years of faithful service and too many miles to count, my mountain bike Blue Betty retired last month. The old girl weathered mountains, beaches, gravel, and mud with nothing more than a little rust and a few scratches. With the addition of a wider seat and occasional new tire, she never left me sidelined or stranded, and I’m grateful for her durability. But there comes a time when a spring seat, disk brakes, smoother gear changers, and swan straddle better accommodate maturing body parts. So I bought one of those new hybrid bicycles and retired Blue Betty to my garage beside the one and only Jenny Lynn Bike, legendary well-worn Murray Missile of my childhood and several female cousins after me.
Black Cat is her replacement, affectionately named after one of our recently departed felines, and her sole purpose is to keep me riding safely. Nowadays a spill in the ditch can have major consequences, and life is the same according to Proverbs 4:25-27. “Let your eyes look directly ahead and let your gaze be fixed straight in front of you. Watch the path of your feet and all your ways will be established. Do not turn to the right nor to the left; turn your foot from evil.” Yes, just like riding a bike, in life we have to watch where we’re going.
Now it’s your time to share. Surely to goodness, I’m not the only one who nicknames their cars, bicycles, or whatever. Tell us the name you’ve given one of yours over the years.
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