So, last night, I get home
from my tough tempo workout to find this waiting for me (not the
best pic, but that's what happens when you instagram it).
I was pretty excited to add
that to my collection of stuff. I'm going to have to start getting some
frames!
Shortly after we got home
from our run, a friend of ours came by with his son, who is interested in
buying my race wheels. He's 16 years old and really into cycling.
Coincidentally he emailed G on Friday asking his advice regarding a pair of
lightweight race wheels. G offered up mine at a reasonable price so he
came by last night with his dad to check them out. He took them.
YES!
After I showered, I came
back downstairs to eat dinner and then G asked me to come downstairs with him
because he needed my help with something. I said ok and I wandered
downstairs with him. As he turns into the basement, he steps aside and
gestures to the far wall. I look over and what do I see but this:
Of course I start
crying. I was not expecting to have this guy until this evening and I
certainly wasn't expecting him to come with RACE WHEELS. Holy Frig.
I was speechless. And then I couldn't stop smiling. Much like a car, I believe that a bike needs a name. So, without further ado, I'd like to introduce you to Tom Sawyer. He's my modern day warrior, all kitted out and ready to go.
