There's so much pop culture mythology surrounding receiving the perfect bicycle. I can remember being younger, and watching several television shows where the tiny, yet double digit child/ren covet the "perfect bike", but it's way too expensive, and then they either win it in a competition, mow all the lawns for those $$ or get it as a surprise for "being a good child or whatever".
Although the details of these shows/plots have long since left me, I still remember the excitement of the perfect bike written into the show. After maturing into what some would call an adult, I thought I would never get to experience "new bike excitement" ever again (because as great as bikes are, "stuff" doesn't make me excited/bring fulfilment like it did when I was a wee lass)
Long story short, my parents bought me the perfect bike for my birthday, and I was able to experience that child like wonder/excitement. Legit, I felt 10 years old again. My birthdays in July, we picked out the bike in May (complete with basket and bag rack) and I basically thought about how cool it was going to be/how fun it would be to ride/how great having a basket was going to be for 3 months.
Like many children in these shows, the first few days after bringing the bike home I found myself wondering if I was responsible enough to handle having such a nice bike (pro tip: Totally am responsible enough).
Anyway, the point I'm trying to make is that with this nice weather I've basically been riding my bike as much as I can, and (finally) took photos of her. I've also named her Beatrice because 1) I'm weird and like to name inanimate objects 2) Beatrice is a great name.
Bikes yo! So much fun!!