Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Good night sweet prince


I can't take it anymore.

I've pushed the my old Nishiki to the limits, and short of it being stolen by a cyclops and reforged by Vulcan himself in the fires beneath Mount Etna... well, you get the idea. It's not a polo bike no matter how much i want it to be one.

Call it frustration, call it anticipation, but after Riverside next weekend I'm retiring this thing for good. Even if that means i don't have a polo bike for a while. It's becoming a crutch- I need a sword.

One last ride into battle and she'll finally be put out to pasture.

It's time.

-W.
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9 comments:

  1. time to visit The Rob Shop soon...

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  2. you got my craigslist add yesterday. time to visit Biolife, sperm bank, rob a bank, whore yourself, hold Tucker for ransom, or all of the above.

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  3. zach. this was quite poetic. we'll have a ceremony to but your bike to rest, eh?

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  4. what is bad about it i bet a new fork would aid your woes.

    i'm more a fan of mtbs over road bikes, suits my style more i also like the larger tires. you should look into one. try a larger frame size, look for a stand over similar to a road bike ie less slope in the top tube.

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  5. What are you going to do with it? I can find it a good home.

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  7. so what ya thinkin? joust time? i think so.

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