A former neighbor and I work in the same building, and I ran into him a couple of days ago as I was arriving on my bike. He climbed out of his pickup and made a joke about how he was going to tell my life-insurance company that I ride in winter. Then he noticed the wheels and tires on my Pugsley.
He stepped closer and started checking out the bike and asking a questions. He said he had recently seen a fat bike when he was in a local shop. I know he rides in the summertime and uses an indoor trainer in winter, so I rattled of a couple of bits of information about the bike and how great it is for winter riding.
As he continued toward the door, he said the Pugsley looked like fun, but that he couldn’t justify the expense for something he’d use “on a lark” a couple of times a year.
I tried to tell him he might be surprised. Winter riding is certainly more fun than spinning on a trainer for six months. Then I told him my fat bike was one of the best investments I’ve ever made.
He laughed and said, “I have a couple of two-thousand-dollar bikes, too. I just don’t call them ‘investments.’”