Tuesday, July 27, 2004
I bought a bike this weekend.
I went to the bike store with every intention of buying a second-hand bike, probably ugly, definitely not high on the steal-o-meter. I really just wanted to bike to and from school on it, though my sister seems to have high hopes that we'll be biking the Kettle Valley Railway Trail some time in the near future.
So, with good intentions and little money, I headed off the the bicycle store.
Where I ran into those insidious words - "Why don't you take this one for a test ride?"
So, instead of some old ugly clunker, I spent way to much money on a bicycle that I'm going to have to worry about every time I lock it up outside. And it's probably way to much bike for me.
On the other hand, I think I'm in love. *sigh*.
I went to the bike store with every intention of buying a second-hand bike, probably ugly, definitely not high on the steal-o-meter. I really just wanted to bike to and from school on it, though my sister seems to have high hopes that we'll be biking the Kettle Valley Railway Trail some time in the near future.
So, with good intentions and little money, I headed off the the bicycle store.
Where I ran into those insidious words - "Why don't you take this one for a test ride?"
So, instead of some old ugly clunker, I spent way to much money on a bicycle that I'm going to have to worry about every time I lock it up outside. And it's probably way to much bike for me.
On the other hand, I think I'm in love. *sigh*.
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