With the Spreadsheet of Doom having been re-assigned to house rebuilding duties, it’s hard to know how much – or little we should at least consider that – I’ve spent on bikes lately. Not much is the suprising answer, although that must be placed into the context of the almost criminal approach to shiny-part-syndrome of which I’ve been guilty for far too many years.
Sure the Kona was new (to me) but many of the parts were recycled or some cast off from a kindred spirit (buy, procure excitement, open box, engage disappointment gland, sell for half price) and aside from consumables, it’s all been mostly quiet on the quite Western front.
Until today. Obviously the tinselling of the Cove is not really its’ real Christmas present. That’s akin to stuffing an orange into the stocking* on Christmas Eve and pretending that Santa has taken the rest of the year off. Only when the kids are googling for “adoption by nice parents” do you pony up with the pointless tat they’ve been listing for months.
Amusingly Random cannot quite see the dichotomy between the myth of Santa** dropping down the chimney and weeing on the mince pies, and the fact that certain boxes have been stashed way before the fat man cometh. Verbal on the other hand has a knowing smile and chastises her sister for being so gullible.
I deal with such conflict by a) telling them they are both wrong and b) if they don’t stop RIGHT THIS MINUTE, NO ONE IN THE HOUSE IS GETTING ANY PRESENTS. NADA. NOT ONE. OR ANY FOOD.
So far this has done the trick. Anyway the bike, well it’s sort of had some new forks and wheels ordered . And only because a) bolt through forks are much safer (and shinier) and b) the marketing blurb talks of increased sexiness and decreased girth.
Obviously I am no need of such things. But, you know, it’s always nice to have them in reserve.
* Now I know what you’re thinking. Or at least some of you. And I’d like you to stop as I’m about to introduce my children into this sentence 😉
** No he is not real. Don’t blame me if you didn’t know that. It’s all a marketing scam by Coca Cola anyway.
3 thoughts on “Christmas Presents – Part 1”
I can say without fear of contradiction that long travel 20mm bolt through forks on a mental hardtail, is in fact, the way forward.
“No he is not real. Don’t blame me if you didn’t know that. It’s all a marketing scam by Coca Cola anyway.”
i bloody knew it! that jesus crap was wayyyy over the top, so obvious I mean come on he, hang on, what you mean SANTA isn’t real? wha..but..bugger.
I saw those forks you bought Nick. Very strokable indeed 🙂 The Chameleon going well then?
Not is he not real, he’s also a German 🙂