the love of my life
by:
ash absalom from oakland, ca,
I got an injury recently that has sent me off of the bike for about 2 months. I injured my hand and obtained hairline fractures in which my coach and my doctor both suggested I should not ride for about a month or two. Now the question remains, what do I do? Were do I go, who do I call to hang out with? You see, while I currently have a girlfriend, my real love and obssession is my Rocky Mountain instinct bike. I take this bike everywere. When I want to go to town we go together. When I go to my buddies house she always come. For the last two years or so we have developed an affair that only an overly obssevive cyclist can understand. I am sure there are plenty of you out there. But now that I have an injury that wont let me even grip her handle bars, her attention she gets has been diminished. I look at her at night before I go to sleep and just apologize to her. I am unable to take her for a ride and get her excercise. Her growing rusty chain is begging to be used (after a lube ap of course). Her motionless suspension is screaming "ride me before I am forgotten in this ever changing world of technolagy". While I am not permitted to ride this machine, in the meantime I just ponder. I look at the buetuful detail in her frame and thing to myslef that the frame can use some mud on the side and dust on the bootom. I observe the suspension array of complicxated full suspension and think, "we must bond again on the single track that we have bonded on before." Finally I end the night begging for forgivness and say "I will never abandon you again". In retrospect, the bike is my religion and the mountains in which I ride on is my church, my ulitmte place of worship to the bike the I will ever hold so dealry.
This story is dedicated to the love of my life. Yup you guessed it my bike.
