In recent months, I have put countless miles on my bike, participated in a bike Roadeo, and I have grown to be almost six feet tall. (Maybe not.) But I am definitely long overdue for a new bike. After school yesterday, my mom took me to the bike shop to get fitted properly and to do some test drives.
I tested each bike in the store, including every color of every model that was available in my size - because color and graphics matter, you know. Each test drive was an ordeal. Pull it out of the display, adjust the seat and training wheels, walk the bike outside to the dedicated test drive space, ride for an hour, discuss the merits of each bike, walk the bike back inside, return it to the display, and start the process over. Not only was it fun, but it was a great way to kill a few hours. I even got some lessons about bike maintenance.
I was devastated to leave empty handed. While this Trek bike, with its flowery pink ribbons and XOXOXOXOXO treads, was the cutest thing I have ever seen in my life, I may have to opt for something a bit more suitable for trail riding; this would be a sweet bike if I lived near a pastry shop and could ride over, with a bouquet in the basket, to get some macarons and a chai. I have now decided on the exact bike I want.
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