Some weeks ago, my very generous father (a long-time cyclist, who I wrote about in my last post) decided that I needed to replace my cobbled-together second-hand Magna mountain bike (bought in bad shape at the UCR surplus sale for $10, and made serviceable by a lot of sweat and spare parts) with a quality, properly-tuned city bike. Quite a bit of money later, and I am the proud owner of a 2010 Fuji Cambridge, a beautiful machine that feels positively at home on our city's roads. I also got a day's lesson on the proper care, maintenance and repair of said machine. I'm left with only one problem-
She hasn't got a name yet.
My last bike was named Nessie, because she's heavy, green and uncooperative. I haven't yet found a name that quite fits the new bike yet, so I leave it up to my loyal readers. Leave your suggestions in the comments. If it's particularly good, I may even get one of those bike license plates with her name on it.
UPDATE: Sorry if this wasn't clear... like most vehicles and vessels, she's female. Though commuting with Bruce Willis would rock.
UPDATE: Thanks to my wife, she's been dubbed Chloe.