In All My Years

In all my years, i don't think i have ever heard of a front durailleur snapping in half like mine did this morning. Fortunately i wasn't fifty miles out; in fact i had barely started out when 'kerchunk" my pedaling came to a sudden stop on a downward rotation. So much for riding today, i wouldn't be joining the Huntington Beach ride to remember Alex Pretti after all.

On the other hand, i can't think of a better excuse for a new bike day. After all, the Cannondale Cadd 4 does turn twenty-six this year, a good long time for a bike. Eh, who knows. Sure a new bike is always nice, but do i really want to buy a new bike? And if so, which one? Until i figure it out the old yellow Basso has agreed to come out of retirement one more time, and i reckon i'll oblige it, at least for a little while.