With a bike.
He was my first carbon race mountain bike. He was fast, he rarely broke down and he took a beating when I went past my limits. His scars are harder to cover up than mine.
One of us evolved and started to need new things and the other couldn’t keep up. I don’t blame him… he was born with only a certain amount of flexibility.
I really hope that he loves his new home. That the new lady learns to race on you, like I did… I’ll always have fond memories of you! ❤
Parting is such sweet sorrow…
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He’s like a puppy… I want to make sure he gets love
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His grips are barely worn!
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Yeah, I’m pretty religious about keep fresh grips and tires on my bikes. 😀
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The grips on my mountain bike are worn smooth!
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Ha! Mine usually get chewed up by crashes before they get worn down!
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Mine are chewed up at the bar ends!
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