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Snorting his way across the USA
Yeah pretty much that. Here is the backdrop. Yesterday I went on a bike ride. I go on lots of bike rides. I love riding bikes. When I am not flying or the Asian chick thing or burgers I am riding my bicycle.
Well, my four grand (including the good deal on the Mavic Krysrium wheelset I scored on Ebay bicycle, well, yesterday, I was 15 in to a 30 mile ride and the right shifter started binding. The right shifter is the paddle that controls the rear derailleur, which, is fairly critical. Well...
Snap.
Yeah, it snapped off. I now have a two speed bike. Slow cruise and fast cruise. I can't negotiate significant hills. I can't... Well forget about all of that. It isn't relevant.
I was looking at my bike today. Like it was a girlfriend. Or a prison *****. Not a wife because I ride it every day. But...
I am trying to shift paradigms here. I was looking at it. It is a beautiful bike. It is injured. It will recover. Parts are on order. It is not a compromised bike. I was never intended to be a perfect bike.
Where am I going with this. You might love your airplane. Or your car. Or you motorcycle. Or your pet. Or your postal collection. Or your HO scale train. Or you girlfriend. Or your wife. Listed roughly in order.
How can I stand in the garage drunk off my ass and view my bike knowing that for the next ten days I can't ride more than twenty miles over flat land with no wind because there are no gears and damn I love my burger girls, that is why I do it. That is why.
Well, my four grand (including the good deal on the Mavic Krysrium wheelset I scored on Ebay bicycle, well, yesterday, I was 15 in to a 30 mile ride and the right shifter started binding. The right shifter is the paddle that controls the rear derailleur, which, is fairly critical. Well...
Snap.
Yeah, it snapped off. I now have a two speed bike. Slow cruise and fast cruise. I can't negotiate significant hills. I can't... Well forget about all of that. It isn't relevant.
I was looking at my bike today. Like it was a girlfriend. Or a prison *****. Not a wife because I ride it every day. But...
I am trying to shift paradigms here. I was looking at it. It is a beautiful bike. It is injured. It will recover. Parts are on order. It is not a compromised bike. I was never intended to be a perfect bike.
Where am I going with this. You might love your airplane. Or your car. Or you motorcycle. Or your pet. Or your postal collection. Or your HO scale train. Or you girlfriend. Or your wife. Listed roughly in order.
How can I stand in the garage drunk off my ass and view my bike knowing that for the next ten days I can't ride more than twenty miles over flat land with no wind because there are no gears and damn I love my burger girls, that is why I do it. That is why.