12:57 - In the shed out back I have a bike like this. Only add some rust, a super uncomfortable seat and oh, don't forget to grab both the wheels that have fallen off! This pretty one from AdelineAdeline reminds me that I wanted to fix mine. Martin bought mine for me while we were living in Vicenza, saving me from having to walk the two miles to centro. The man we bought it from was probably close to seventy and spoke no English. His shop was about the size of my bedroom, the walls were lined with old photographs of him street racing. After a quick test ride and thirty Euro later the bike was mine. Nothing made me feel more authentically Italian than riding down to the piazza on my bike with a scarf.