I have a pretty bike. Cannondale. Mango colored. I've had it for about a year and nine months. I'd ridden it three times. It's just been sitting in my room looking pretty for the last year and a half. Until last night. Last night, I rode it up a great big hill. About puked. And this morning I rode it to work. Yay. I like my bike. I think I will ride it more.