The Perfect Pair

We met on Wooster Street in Manhattan in 2008. I’d been looking for so long and there you were.  It was perfect.

We went to Barcelona shortly after, then Croatia, Manchester, London, Biarritz, Belgium, Sicily and the fields of Stradbally where you were warmly received.  In Texas and California there were remarks on how bright you were, but I defended you. We almost went to Paris, but you were a little too worn out from all the pavement pounding.

With moving comes the inevitable purge. I finally had to say goodbye to the best runners ever. I tried to recycle you, but couldn't fine a place that would take you.

I am seeking a replacement pair. I’ve trawled Ebay for your clone, but no luck so far.

New applicants must have a GSOH,  a splash of yellow and be the right fit.