Farewell to a Giant
The one upside of a catastrophic crash is that if you do a really good job of it, you might be able to get a new bike. It’s no secret that my bike is a little, well, long in the tooth. It’s a 3rd hand Giant OCR3, aluminum frame, about 8-10 years old. It was first given to me as a loaner by my friend Lorne who runs the t-shirt silkscreening place above my office, who I quite accidentally discovered was an avid triathloner one summer morning when I went to check out a race in St. Malo, where we have a cabin. Imagine my surprise to find Lorne there decked out in a lycra onesie, extolling the virtues of triathlon, while happily grazing on bagels and bananas at the post-race buffet.