Thx but they are kind of boring even though I might end up with one ;)
They grow on you. Tireless, over engineered hunk of Aluminium that you lay your feet on top after a hard ride and you laugh at when you fail to unclip at traffic lights and it collapses in a ringing heap on top of you. Marker thin paint chips off during a hard rain and when you "oops" as you dump it at a stand to lock and it hits the stand (bike) too hard and you realise the stand paint chips off instead because you have none on yours anymore. You throw it about like a happy ragdoll and feel bad as opposed to worried when a closing door hits it.
It's an ugly bastard, but you sure do end up being its mother.
Frankly, even though I can, I don't think I'd need another bike. I miss it.
They grow on you. Tireless, over engineered hunk of Aluminium that you lay your feet on top after a hard ride and you laugh at when you fail to unclip at traffic lights and it collapses in a ringing heap on top of you. Marker thin paint chips off during a hard rain and when you "oops" as you dump it at a stand to lock and it hits the stand (bike) too hard and you realise the stand paint chips off instead because you have none on yours anymore. You throw it about like a happy ragdoll and feel bad as opposed to worried when a closing door hits it.
It's an ugly bastard, but you sure do end up being its mother.
Frankly, even though I can, I don't think I'd need another bike. I miss it.