To me, there's always been something magical about bicycle rides. The way the wind ripples through your hair, the sun's warmth on your back, the way everything passes by you as you pedal...so many little bits of whimsy. It's always been a dream of mine to have a beautiful, vintage mint-colored bike with a big wicker basket on the front, that I could ride wherever and whenever I wanted. Perhaps on a summer afternoon in Paris, with a picnic lunch in my basket, riding down streets and roads, with nowhere in particular to go. Just riding along in a daydream. Or maybe on an empty country road, with dust flying up from your wheels as your hair flies wild and free behind you. You pass fields of grass and wildflowers, stopping to pick a bouquet of daisies as the sun begins to set, painting warm oranges and golden colors in the sky. Summer is the perfect time for bicycle rides, don't you think?