In 2007, my car died. I had a choice to make: buy a new car or learn to live without one. I decided to live without one. Bussing, walking, and biking became my modes of transportation. Initially, I biked because I had to. Then I got the Pink Bike. The baskets became a necessary addition after I rode to the Farmer’s Market one Saturday. Riding home with five pounds of tomatoes, a dozen ears of corn, and a half gallon of organic milk in a jar with no baskets was NOT FUN. The Pink Bike stands out because for the most part, people don’t ride bikes around here. I ride to lose weight. I ride for fun. I ride because it’s a great way to get anywhere and doesn’t pump chemicals into the air. I ride because it’s a cheaper than a car. I ride because I love it.