old girly bike

Woke up with a flat tire (I didn't literally have a flat tube in my bed, I just like to call that unpleasant morning surprise this way). That hadn't happened for a while, the snow and the ice covers the majority of the dangerous tube-enemies, but some manage to get on our way. The savior of the situation (as I was already late) was my mother's old holland type girly bike. How could she ride it!? It barely moved forward, even though I put all my efforts in it. It really pissed me off, but now that the wave of anger has passed, I know I should forgive it and let it retire soon or give it a new breath, I bet it has carried crowds of people and had dozens of owners in both Holland and in Riga. [13.02.13]