Ive been searching for a bike for months now, keeping it on the down-low, but scouring gumtree, bikefind.co.za and autotrader for months. Finally I found my deal; right bike, right price, attainable location.We headed for PE on saturday, met the guy, really kief guy, bike was pristine, loaded it, did the deal and headed back to slummies. One fine later and we were home, and I had a bike in the garage. Cloud 9.
For the record, our kindly traffic cop clearly didn't get his oats that morning because once he had done his jack-in-the-box arm waving he took for-eeeeeeee-ver to walk up to our window. He was loving it.
Monday was the first ride, just messing around in the garage and after about 2 minutes I was lying under the bike, in the dirt - cost. I now have a cracked mirror, and bruised ankle. Its been pouring with rain and I can't get a helmet - failed by salesmen everywhere.
Last night, lying on bed waiting for kettle to boil I realised that ultimately I would learn to ride, and be better off for all this frustration.
