When I was a little girl my grandmother gave me my first bike and my dad tried to teach me, but it was a hopeless case because I didn't learn, I was scared because my dad would let me go and I didn't want to fall and hurt myself.
A year ago my boyfriend started to teach me with a lot of patience, it is worth mentioning that I threw him several times, hahaha, but I finally learned, and in December I asked Santa to bring me a bike for Christmas, and this is the one he brought me.
I loved it because it knows my tastes and it is perfect (I know santa doesn't exist, my parents went to a lot of effort to get it), and my boyfriend added some little things like lights.
I usually go out on the weekends with my boyfriend to the Biciruta for a ride and an ice cream. The Biciruta takes place on some weekends when some streets are closed so that bicycles can ride freely without cars.
So far I leave you wishing you an excellent start of the week and I would love to know what you thought of my bicycle, greetings.
My mother tongue is Spanish so this post was translated with DeepL translate.
