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We returned my shitty 85 dollar bike to Target. Although my courage had waned, I did not give up. The plan was to go to a local bike shop to find a bike that suited the needs of a fat lady, but before we went, I found Miss. Clairmont (that’s her name, for future reference) at Walmart. (I know what you’re going to say here, you’re going to congratulate me for going to such a reputable bicycle retailer) This time I got it right. My husband says it was meant to be. She’s beautiful, and I love her.


Reliable and fashionable. She’s got seven speeds, and I’m planning to put a basket on the handlebars, and a little bell by the right handle.