First

Last Saturday, I rode my bike again for the first time since March 10. 

I did 27 kilometers around the village -- that's two loops plus a short visit to Reymond.

I hate to admit it but it actually felt good to be on a bike again. I felt the wind on my face and the whole process came so naturally to me.

It helps too that the bike was Reymond's last gift to me. He got me a SEVEN which is a bike that is made in Boston. His old group set was transferred to my bike and he even got me a compact crank (?) the Thursday before he passed away. It was like he was preparing me for when he would finally leave. He wanted me to have the best bike possible and of course, one that was symbolic of our life in Boston. 

All his bikes have already been disposed of. They were just too expensive to be kept around the house for decorative purposes. It hurt to let them go but it hurt more to see them unused. But my SEVEN, I will never ever dispose of. This is Reymond's legacy to me. I will cherish this bike forever.