I guess I have
to thank the guys who broke into our backyard in Toronto and stole our bikes.
Because of this, my nephew Steven was inspired to buy me a second-hand bike he
saw for sale in Hamilton, Ontario – a red ten-year-old Specialized.
When you’re out
there in the middle of nowhere you start to talk to familiar faces and I had
the pleasure of talking to the Specialized.
I don’t know how
they managed to build her, but I never really thought a bike like this could
exist: the gears change effortlessly, the hydraulic brakes will stop on a dime.
It is light and sturdy, taking more punishment than I thought possible.
After a while it
simply became an extension of my body; something I didn’t have to think about.
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