My lady, farewell.

"My lady, 

We used to rule the street - can you remember? 

We rolled off to your friends, 

to parties here and there. 

You smiled,

and there was sunshine in your hair.

Years ago. 

Time passed by. 

You moved on. 

Well then, now so go I"

Of the bike of a lady 

 whose feet can no longer carry it

Northern-Norway might be on one of the roads less travelled. That does not mean it is not worth going there.