I’m getting a bike, a brand new bike! I ordered it direct from the manufacturer on my credit card. My mail-order bride. It will arrive soon at the shop packed flat in a box. The boys at the shop will put it together, and then it will be mine.
It is a beautiful creature, this bike. Brushed silver, with hydraulic disc brakes, buttery shifters and silky hubs. Tough and tiny. A sleek light machine for riding and touring and flying. A very good value, even at retail priceâ€”and working in the bike shop, I am getting it for a song.
A new bike, for body and soul. This was one of the three expenditures I vowed in my New Years Renunciations. (The dental work and the trip to New York are still to come.)
All day I sell bikes to folks and I tell them, this bike is the right one for you. It will make you want to ride everywhere. You will never regret it. You are worth the investment. Buy a good lock, lock it tight, say a little prayer and walk away. Love it well but don’t get attached.
Now it is time to take my own advice: walk my talk and ride my ride.