It is with great pain that I give this (cycling) news…
Sadly, the doctors have declared Dora unfit for further on-road life. If I continued to push her, I would put both of our lives in jeopardy. Her frame is cracked and my heart is broken. My first real bike, the two-wheeler that carried me from complete noob to Ironman finisher, will have to be replaced. The movers didn’t take special care in her life and now we are paying the price. OH THE SORROW!
How can I ever replace her perfect Tiffany-blue tape?
Can they guarantee that my next trusty steed will fit me so well?
What if I don’t find matching nail polish for my next new bike?!
I don’t care that she was of the “lesser” class, I still loved my aluminum baby and she will forever be my first.
“WOE IS ME!” proclaims the first-word complainer. I will take Dora home from the shop, still broken and incomplete, I will place her somewhere special and I will revisit the fond memories I had with her often.
While no set of two wheels can ever replace her, I’m now on the hunt for Dora 2.0, paid for by the movers of course. While no amount of cash will ever replace her, I would love to know if there are any good deals out there on tri bikes as my funds aren’t plentiful. Any and all help would be greatly appreciated.
Happy Running (And Cycling)!