My beautiful Ashford Traditional with double treadle kit.
Well, it’s not exactly here here. It’s more like 20 miles away at the woman who sells the wheels - and I don’t have a car. This is going to take some thinking (probably some begging, too) to find my way there.
So, you may be wondering why I don’t have a car. I lived for years in a major metropolitan city where an automobile was more of a hindrance than a help, and I learned to love not having a car. No car payments, insurance or repairs. It only becomes an incovenience when my wheel is 20 miles away, and I can’t find anyone who is going in that direction.
I’m keeping the faith, however, and hoping I can find a ride.