Wheel wants a fat bike. His interest has been growing over the past couple of winters. Admittedly, with the snowfall we’ve had last year and this, a fat bike would be the better ride...studded knobbies just don’t bite over a couple inches of snow. He has headed off to ride singletrack regardless.
Me? Winters are for skiing. Yes, a fat bike would broaden the possiblities for outside play, but the season is relatively short and I’m happy to make-do with what I’ve got, given the cost of a new bicycle. Besides, I put money down last August to hold a spot in line for a custom road frame (after considering Betty’s age and the current asking prices for stock bicycles), so that will be my next bicycle purchase.
After all, road cycling is my deal, right? There’s nothing quite like flying down the road at the speed of happiness...
...unless it’s bombing through the woods....
...in the snow....
He was off to demo a Fatbike.
I couldn’t really have him go without me, could I?
- OBoy!
8 comments:
Resistance is futile! :-)
Here. Drink this cup of Kool-Aid and join us. You'll feel better.
Maybe you can get the frame builder dude to build you two a fat tire tandem!
Criminy...the borg AND strawberry Kool-Aid....
And Snakebite, there will be NO FAT TANDEM.
Melt snow, melt!
Can one have too many bikes? I think not.
...the speed of happiness...
It comes in fat too. I'm just sayin'
the perfect number of bikes is n+1, unless you can justify n+2! Go for it!
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