My spare-bike was acting up: the handlebars moved without guiding the frontwheel, that's fricking scary and dangerous. After I almost fell and the handlebars hit me in the thigh, I decided to get a new bike, well a second-hand one obviously.
The cheap one I wanted, turned out to be too high for my short legs, so I had to spent a bit more than I'd hoped.
I chose an adorable bike, made for senior-citizens, which means it's extra low with smaller wheels *g* Lookit!

New bike in front, bike of doom against the wall: