I just sold my bike, Roscoe (2009 Gary Fisher Roscoe II). I had to admit I wouldn't be riding the mountains again this summer. Better he go to a home where he gets some use. Now, Cooter (my city-cruising, rigid frankenbike built around an Iron Horse Yakuza Bakuto frame) is the lone survivor from my stable of four. My nameless road bike and Die Deutschmaschine (a Nicolai UFO ST) were sacrificed in the past year.
It hurts my soul.
It hurts my soul.