Clinging to inanimate objects or possessions is a no-no in my eyes. Things are just things.
But tonight I was a bit sad. It was the last time my trusty steed would be a bike. It's been with me in Kent, Edinburgh and now Manchester but after 1000's of miles of town and countryside, it's time for the knackers yard.
It's never let me down until now but the frame went creaky and then crackly, never to be ridden again. My Cannondale is dead. But libate to the departed and a brand new spangly nectar of the gods will be delivered soon enough. Soma! The lovely white steed is winging its way from San Francisco as you read.