“I am extraordinarily patient, provided I get my own way in the end.” Margaret ThatcherSo it goes. What I wanted was a rack. At my house. For my frame. So I stalked one.
“I’m not desperate, just determined; there’s a difference. And I want what I want; until I don’t.” me
But I didn’t want just any old rack. I have standards. It had to feel right. Shape? Size? Color? On it. I want what I want.
Until I don’t. It all came down to oil. Every cyclist knows lube can make even a bad ride feel good. But it can’t make the ride any shorter.
One year ago today, I settled. The shipping surcharge won in the end. Curses! Gas prices assault even candy colored lycra.
I went lighter and closer, and ended up with a hitch, which is not at all what I wanted. My heart was set on a ballard from Portland.
Well, whatdya know….would you settle for Pittsburgh?
Life is a cycle and I’m diggin’ the ride. hehe
An 'o' is just an 'a' without a tale.
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