Oh Donna, Oh Donna Oh Donna, Oh Donna
I had a bike. Donna was her name.
Since she hid in the garage, I’ve never been the same.
‘Cause I love my bike…
At least for some cross training in the comfort of my own home.
Photographer: Boy YaYa
Oh Donna, Oh Donna Oh Donna, Oh Donna
I had a bike. Donna was her name.
Since she hid in the garage, I’ve never been the same.
‘Cause I love my bike…
At least for some cross training in the comfort of my own home.
Photographer: Boy YaYa
i name my bike too..his name is slepnir..the eight legged steed.
ooooh, a Bianchi! :-)
heh heh. When I first started reading this post I though you were quoting from the song “Donna” from the musical “Hair”… “Oh Donna, oh, oh Donna, oh, oh, oh, looking for my Donna”. But you weren’t.
Nice wheels.