Today, seven months after my bike got stolen, I finally got around to buying a new road bike. I’ve been riding a really heavy, borrowed mountain bike for most of the intervening period, and have become really used to that.
I ate shit on a hard turn. The deepest part of the roadrash is kinda heart shaped. So uh. Happy Valentines I guess.
Since we believe answering questions in a question-asking medium is inappropriate, as this puts us into one role from which we may not deviate (question-askers), we will instead ask: Why would we NOT want to?