09 9 / 2013
Something I’ve been doing since oh I don’t know, I could move, is riding bikes. For a while I did that shit pretty well professionally - I was road cycling, competing in triathlon internationally, as well as racing mountain bikes most weekends. I’ve done millions of bike races in my time.
In New Zealand, I worked in a bike shop too.
Anyway, we’ve arrived in Utah, one of the world’s best destinations for mountain biking, and I don’t have a bike. What.
We went to REI this morning and there was this sick Cannondale (I normally am not a Cannondale girl by any stretch of the imagination, largely owing to the fact that everyone I know who rides a Cannondale is a douchebag) and I immediately pulled it out of the rack and was then conveniently offered a test ride.
It was rad. There’s something about biking that you forget as soon as you get off, and remember as soon as you get back on. It’s easy to see how people get obsessed with this sport.
I rode it for about twenty minutes, most of which I spent contemplating riding it home. I need a bike; I don’t need this particular one, but I need one and I like this one. It’s so rad.
It runs at a cool $1780 MRSP (that’s RRP for New Zealanders), but it’s going for $1449 at the moment. And usually bike prices are pretty easily talked down. Godddd I want this bike. I don’t neeeed this bike though.
08 9 / 2013
08 9 / 2013