My
good friend DB is selling his mountain bike, and I'm in desperate
need of an upgrade because my bike is not only old, but it's
technically way too primitive. The technology today is more advanced
and while I don't need a high tech machine, something a little more
advanced than what I have would be nice. Now that N has his new bike,
I am actually having trouble keeping up with him, and once we hit the
trails, I know he's going to be eating his dust.
Anyway,
DB got a spiffy new ride and was willing to sell me his for next to
nothing because he's just that kind of guy. The only problem is DB is
one tall puppy dog, en par with the Amazing PR Man, and realistically
anything he rode would be way too big for my diminutive self. He said
the bike was small for him, so I thought I'd at least give it a try,
though sure enough, the darn thing was too big. What a total bummer.
I toyed with the idea of getting it anyway, but then decided against
it. Talk about disappointment.
For
now I stick with my old bike, though it's hard to negotiate trails
and bumps with wheels made of stone, but a real man in training
doesn't whine about things like this, does he?
Until
the next time, thanks for reading, and thanks to Peter B Meyer for the pic.
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