Where the bikes are

I've been talking about getting a bike for months now.  I asked my friends on facebook and people offered advice, and to shop with me, but plans never worked out.  I researched bikes.  I know two people (friends of friends) who work in bikeshops.  I know where the good shops are, but I haven't yet visited one.  An hour away by bus....and how would I get the bike home?
I tried riding my mom's bike a whole TWO times... I check Craigslist daily.  Just to make things more difficult, I have my heart set on a yellow bike.  I never answer any of the ads on Craigslist because I don't really know anything about bikes and if I actually went to see one I'd have no idea what I was looking for. I'd be embarrassed to try riding it in front of its former owner; I'm still a shaky rider.  And I would probably feel committed enough to buy it, after I'd made the trouble to make the viewing appointment, standing in someone's backyard looking at their bike, I'd have a hard time saying 'no thanks!"

Wait a minute--It's like an allegory of my dating life!  The bike virgin.

Sitting at home on the computer hoping the right bike will appear.

So I did find a vintage Schwinn on Craigslist that's a beautiful metallic yellow gold and I fell for it.  But apparently it's got a really solid heavy frame and I'm not sure I'll be able to get it up the hill.   And I know nothing about restoring bikes if it's not in good shape.  I'm going to try and go see it this week.  I hope it's not the metaphorical equivalent of Walrus.

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Small Updates:

Camping with teens = exhausting.  Covered in mosquitoes bites.  Smart people would leave when the bugs bite once a minute!  I feel old because I keep grumbling to myself about this generation!  No common sense!

Working 5-6 days a week for the summer.  Mondays and alternate Thursdays off.

Small plumbing emergency in the house before I left for camp, turned out to be the fishtank but it leaked into the basement.  I felt so overwhelmed.  Mom and I can't handle how much work needs to be done on the house.  Huge weight on my shoulders.

Mom is off work for the summer and just plays computer solitaire.  She's got cabin fever.  She knows she should work on the house but doesn't do it.  I need to be there helping her but am so busy and tired....
She should volunteer or take a trip or start a new hobby, but I can't help her, she's got to take initiative herself.

Walrus texted me yesterday and explained in great detail about some crazy dream he'd had.  I was in it, and I was wearing a fancy Elizabethan dress.  He kept saying I looked lovely, amazing, in it.  What am I going to do with him?

Wondering what happened to Operation Fix My Life.  Not moving out, not moving forward in a career, not in shape or eating right, not dating.  I am at least employed...50 hours a week!  Although I'm asleep for some of that...