If It’s Not Fixed It’s Broken
Monday, November 28th, 2005After some 8 months I finally got my bike back from the mechanic. Despite the extremely long wait he did a wonderful job.
I forgot about the weird (and often disapproving) looks you get from the lycra-wearing-latte-sipping-weekend-roadies when you ride past them on a track bike. Like you’re too poor to afford a bike with brakes and more than one gear, or maybe that you just don’t know any better.
Newsflash to the dickheads that berrated me on Bridge Road on Sunday: No one cares if your $8k mostly-carbon-fibre bike is under the UCI weight limit or not. No, one.
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