(Eleventh in a series of stories about every bike I've ever owned.)
Peach was an old lugged steel road bike that I converted into a ghetto fixed gear. I spray-painted it peach color, covered it with decals of peaches and letter stickers spelling "PEACHY KEEN". And I gave it bull-horn bars wrapped with pale orange Benotto tape.
It was probably a 56cm frame, way too big for me, and I only put around 500 miles on it altogether. The first time I took it out, it made the most whoppingly loud (and embarrassing) racket due to the rear spokes being dangerously loose.
I don't remember who I gave it to when I moved from California to Oregon but there is a messenger in SF who calls himself Peachy Keen so I like to pretend he has it. If you see this bike around, take a photo for me, will ya?