I bought a new bike.
It's beautiful. It's so Italian it smells like garlic. And it rides like a dream.
But that's not the purpose for this post. No, it's a little more complicated than that. While I love my new bike, I could have survived just fine with my old bike, or the one before that, or the one before that. There's no true need for the string of bikes I've owned in my lifetime.
But lately I started to think I'm becoming part of what I consider a younger generation who seems to have a sense of entitlement from the outset. They want a bike, so they jump straight to the lightest, stiffest, most expensive racing bike they can find...the latest cool frame maker or material (Ti, Carbon, stainless steel, etc).
As I've raced over the past few years, I've noticed that the least experienced racers seem to always have the newest and most expensive bikes of all the groups (Cat. 1/2 aside since they often get their bikes for cheap/free or are paid to ride something).
And so I present to all of you this:
Two wheels for life.
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That is so great. If it makes you feel any better the bike that I have now weighs about the same as a Sherman tank and it made from 0.25 steel and is held together with pop rivets.
Makes me want to only ride a steel single speed.
I am getting jealous.
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