The Silver Bullet

OK, so it’s really more of a polished aluminum bullet, with some decals, but either way it’s a bullet. It’s not the lightest or fastest bike in the pack, but the truth is I am nowhere near putting it through its paces. It’s stiff as all hell, and everything you put into the pedals comes straight out the rear tire. Hell, it even looks fast hanging on the wall, and it feels fast, unless I’m riding with Joel and Aaron. Then it feels pissed off, like one of us ain’t holding up our side of the bargain. That one would be me. That’s OK though, I absolutely love this bike. I tried to stray once with another bike, but it took action and won me back. When I'm by myself I can geek out and pretend it's an airplane. On curves and corners, it's a Pitts Speacial, on a long straight dowhill, it's an SR-71. It has the seat of honor on the sun porch, its perch over looks my favorite pile in the house.

I have to take it to the doctor tomorrow. I am more beast than man, and it turns out modern engineering and metallurgical science are no match for the insane amounts of torque and pure power my quads and hammies are spitting out. I took it out for its first ride of the season tonight and bent the outer chain ring. OK, so really it probably had more to do with the fact that I weigh 233 burritos and had no business trying to shift when I did. I just plain old wasn’t thinking. My bad.