We're a bit ashamed to report that the process of searching for and researching a new bike has become as pleasurable as actually riding. We've been finding ourself in shops talking about aggressive geometries, comparing aluminum to steel, and handing our driver's license and credit card to random dudes in exchange for a block's length long test ride.
The poor kid at my favorite shop (approx. three visits in the past couple of months)! He must be thinking, I just want to sell bikes, not be priest-slash-therapist to some boomer who desperately needs a life.
I've had two dreams about bike shops. Walking inside a new one is like a lucid, wide-awake dream. The smell of the tires, the hope everytime one turns over a price tag.
The possibility of falling - finally falling -in love.
So, no decision yet. There's a frightening risk that all of my research will be for nothing: I saw a bike painted "claret and silver", a rich, luscious purple. (We are swooning even as we type it.)
Courage, Cockatoo! Enjoy the process!
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