RULE # 12: The minimum number of bikes one should own is three. The correct number is n+1, where n is the number of bikes currently owned. This equation may also be re-written as s-1, where s is the number of bikes owned that would result in separation from your partner.*
Currently the number of bikes I have = s.
Something has to go, and I don’t think the cat counts. Now I know how poor Sophie felt when faced with that horrid Choice. I have reluctantly decided the dear Giant is the one to be sacrificed in the name of marital peace.
So if you, or someone you know is interested in a great entry-level road/triathlon bike for cheap, let me know. It comes with an on-board flight deck computer, Shimano Ultegra gruppo, detachable aero bars, Look pedals (not the purple ones), new 9-speed cassette and new-ish Specialized Pro tires in yellow and black to match the bitchin’ black and yellow frame. Asking $450 CDN. This bike is unkillable. Trust me.
My other option is flying to Belgium to inter the Giant along with it’s lost brethren at the famous bike monument in Brakel, East Flanders. Brakel happens to be on the Ronde Van Vlaanderen route, and seems the most fitting resting place for a bike that has offered service above and beyond the call of duty. This is tempting, if nothing else for the beer, frites and mayo.
It must be said as well, that the Giant was my First. God I love that bike.* The Rules are written by the Velominati, Keepers of the Cog. They are a fascinating glimpse into the unique roadie psyche if there ever was one. If you haven’t read them, do it. Do it now.