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It seems like my LBS guy has me correctly measured. I’ve been roaming his shop like a drunk outside a licor store. I look for excuses to go in; I want to see more bikes. Am I beginning to like road bikes and spandex?
Turns out that Mr. LBS has a second-hand Specialized Allez from a kid we know. (The kid’s sicker than I am and wants an all carbon roadie though his Specialized in practically brand new.)
“It’s a nice bike,” he says, “in great condition,” and he grins his evil grin. “Nice price, too.”
Stop. (I wash my face in cold, stream water.) What the hell am I gonna do with a road bike?