Acquisition of an old Raleigh 3-speed touring bike was an absolute condition of my coming over. He got me one, too. It's in the shed. Sadly, it needs a bit of attention and it has rained every day since I got got here.
It's got a wicker basket on the front and everything. But I want a little bell, too, so I can go, "ch-ching, ch-ching! Get out of the f***ing way! I'm Miss F***ing Marple!"
Yeah. I'm going to fit in real good here. I can just feel it!