She's a suitor, all right. But the boys at Erik's had to manu-facture some parts in order to mount the fenders, and the rear fender is waaayy off center. So the tire rubs, which I suspect has confused the automatic derailer. It's a three-speed, purchased for me by my husband for Mothers' Day. Just what he thought I needed, and he's right -- I'm totally out of shape. But I'm not quite ready for iron man training, so we'll take her back to George the salesman this weekend, for a look-see.