Meet Sue.
Granted when this photo was taken I hadn’t yet named her, but she grew to be Sue so I’ll introduce her as such.
The original Sue was a seamstress I used to work with in a dry cleaners when I was 16. She was so lovely face to face with customers but as soon as the door had shut she’d let off a stream of angry mutterings about how fucking stupid they were. I adored her.
So my bike earned her name when I realised she was very nice to me most days then would turn on me and refuse to do anything I wanted.
Sue: a fantastic, miserable bitch.
bitter/sweet 