Breakfast at the Blue Plate

We biked over to the Blue Plate Diner this morning for breakfast. I was surprised that it is only 2 miles from where we live. It is in the quaint Atwood neighborhood. Food is alway good at the Blue Plate. I had the zuchinni potato pancakes and I decided I am a purist about my potato pancakes. Their desserts always look so good. I really should have had one for breakfast instead.

That is my yellow bike with the new basket, seat and bell. The bell is from my new friend Chris. Chris and I have not yet met and are only e pals. What is so amusing about her sending me this bell is that anyone who knows me well would have pick THIS bell. When we got our bikes about 10 years ago I wanted a bell just like this. I must have ordered one from somewhere and it was not as nice as this one. That meant that when I rode over bumps it sort of rang which I didn't like so I gave it away. This bell makes the very best ding • dong sound. This is the same sound the bell on my trike made.

Our bikes are about 10 years old but in good shape (due largely to lack of use). Perfect for bikes that we need to park in the underground garage and lock up. Not flashy or cool enough to be stolen-hopefully. When we bought these bikes the store in Rochester carried only this brand of bike 'Specialized'. So for 10 years I have thought that our bikes we some generic off-brand of bike because I had no idea that 'Specialized' was an actual brand. And I won't even get started on how much it bugs me when people some up with a word(s) to name their company that has nothing to do with the company. I won't, I really won't go on about that. If anyone is that interested you can call John he had to listen for a long time.