When were you going to tell me Rand? For the last several months every Saturday we have enjoyed that precious morning ride together. Then suddenly you disappear for a week without telling me anything. When you come back you won't even look at me.
And then last night you come home with a newer, lighter model. Is the four-pound difference in weight worth the anguish you're making me feel?
You never looked at me the way you look at her and it hurts. What does she have that I don't have? An aluminum frame? I have news for you: I'm a carbon fiber composite. I may be old-school technology, but my subtle ride will not punish you like aluminum will.
Is it the full Dura-Ace groupo? Because I have Dura-Ace too! And did you think I wouldn't notice that little Campagnolo Record headset she was wearing. The tramp!
I may not have a Slice Carbon fork or Mavic Ksyrium SL rims, but I have heart. I was there for you on days that were too wet for a trail ride, where only a road bike would do.
I should have seen this coming. You and your father are just the same. I was his pride and joy for years until that Merlin Extra-Lite showed up. Suddenly my years of loyalty meant nothing as I became the 'back-up Lotoja bike.'
I can't go through that again. You have to love me...or let me go.
Lovingly yours,
Specialized Allez
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4 comments:
You know I feel the allez's pain. Poor bike. So sad.
No pictures of the tramp?
OR the healouse one?
It was very enjoyable to read, and funny!
Yes, pictures please!
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