My ancient winter bike needs to be taken out behind the barn and shot like a crippled old hog.
I spent four hours riding with Maura on her new Pugsley on Sunday afternoon. Four hours of watching her happily hum along on the snow-packed trail while other people ogled her bike. One stranger asked if she could try it, then dropped her skis in the middle of the trail, jumped on and pedaled around with a big smile on her face.
I can’t live with the lust any longer. I’m going to start shopping around for a frame, Large Marge wheels and that big-ass bottom bracket, then build that sucker up before over the summer. Hell, I have half the parts laying around in the garage.
My wife’s OK with the idea. She figures that once I have a Pugsley, I’ll have my “perfect four” combination: summer trail bike; road bike; dual purpose (winter/summer) commuter; and a winter trail bike. After that, she says, what else could I ask for?
I genuinely think I could be done buying bikes at that point.
Well, for a while anyway.