My new bike? Red. Red shiny shiny red. Bought by friends. Comes with a bell. Zooms across crunchy fallen leaves under cider-gold sunshine on blue-sky days.
At the bike place, the guy said: “So this is going to be your little red wagon from now on, huh?”
Except he didn’t know that it would also be my spy-mission zoom machine, the dial set to “ultra toast”.
Same thing, really.