The Object of My Affection

I know I shouldn't be in love with a material object, but with a bike as beautiful as my three year old turquoise and red Bianchi, who can resist. We rekindled our love affair this morning with a ride on the I-205 bike path. My senses were once again aroused by the lustrous color of the pearlescent frame, the sensuous feel of the red leather handle grips, the effortless shifting of the powerful gears, and the pleasure of the wind in my hair. What more could I ask for from the object of my affection.