She calls to me

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Is it wrong to drool over a bike? I got my first mountain bike when I was about 14. I can still remember how it looked and how it felt flowing through the forest over rocks, dirt, and silently through a trail bedded with pine needles. No day was complete without riding it. I kept it immaculate. It would get muddy as h*** and it would be shining again within 24 hours.

But that bike was just above "entry level". It was a gateway to a world of seemingly limitless levels of materials, suspension systems, and components. In particular I fell in love with Shimano components, XT to be exact. XTR always seemed extravagant... more than needed. But oh how XT called to me. So pretty. A bike set up with XT was the s*** in my book and the guys I rode with. We would talk about it the way we talked about girls. But it seemed to be a pie too high in the sky as a teenager without a job or a beer money job. But now it calls to me again in the form below. Do I go and get it? Or do the responsible thing and keep hammering on the current bike? To get it would be a life long dream attained. But as I said when I started this blog, I am also a dad, and with that comes many others things that dollars can be applied to. We shall see what wins out in the end. No matter what I will be riding and I will feel the flow through the forest.


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Anti-Supermom said…
I like that you titled this 'she calls to me'.

Is it the bike or your wife?!
January 12, 2009 at 7:17 PM
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