Separated at birth?

when someone falls in love with their bike it's usually the kind of love that lasts a lifetime, or until it gets stolen or becomes unrepairable. i was just directed to Chicks & Bikes, a super cute and very specific blog about... yep, you guessed it: Chicks & Bikes. it's beautiful, cute, great pictures, etc etc, but the really amazing thing is that i have discovered that my beloved Frank (the tank, my bike) has a sibling!

This is definitely the pretty sister, as it's lacking the dents, scratches, chipped paint and war wounds that Frank proudly wears. When I get home I'm updating this post with some photos of my Frank as proof!

Update!

it's not the best proof. as you can see i took the fenders and the basket off in an attempt to make the tank a little lighter. but it is the same bike, same detail, everything. what this does prove is i need to start taking better pictures of my glorious bicycle. more to come someday, i promise.

ok, just one more...

oh yes, that's a good looking bike right there. *sigh*
definitely love :)