Dec 16, 2008 00:33
Now that I'm on Zina's blog roll, and I'm done with all the difficult finals, I guess I shouldn't be such a slacker. As a member of the Pirate Monkey Cult, I feel lame because I spend about ten times as much time on my sofa as Zina does picking her bike out of some random rock pile in SoCal. I don't understand dirt riding. Sure, it's a challenge, and some people like that. But I ride an R1. If I enjoyed a challenge I'd still have a Ducati. ;-) Riding isn't fun unless you're going at least twice as fast as is considered socially acceptable.
Although I'm ruminating over what my next main bike should be now that I've beaten the snot out of the R1, and a 1098 is definitely in the running. Especially since the new R1 is so repulsively ugly. I'm going to Barcelona for school next semester, and will absolutely need a bike while I'm there. The problem is, there's a few different options, and none are cheap: ship mine to England because bureaucracy in Spain is legendary, rent as needed (which will be often, since I only have classes on Wed and Thur), buy a used bike from someone I kinda know and keep it in his name and sell it back to him at a discount 4 months later, buy direct from the factory (which could cost more than buying here, and would not be nice to the Italian dealers I know and love).
Yeah, and you think you have problems, right?
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