The condo is up for sale. Two properties
two-thousand miles apart are a lot to

manage. We’re thinking of letting the
bicycles go even though they are 1980’s

vintage, European racing bikes with
glorious, chrome-moly, lugged frames,

a plush geometrical configuration for com-
fort and Campagnolo Record components.

They carry all the things from years past
— relationships, loves won and lost,

sorrows, successes, superficial ideas,
deep thoughts, regrets, gratitude, small

selves, big, achy-breaky hearts — on
vintage Brooks leather saddles, broken

in over many years to just the right
combination of softness and stiffness

to carry all that, as the bikes race up
and down the streets and bike paths.