I’ve cut down on bikes, that’s a bit like saying “I used to smoke 50 a day, but through sheer willpower, I’m down to 48“.
Update: January 2018.
Every year you’ll find this page long divorced from any one of recognisable reality. Instead it’s elbows deep in broken promises, ridiculous rationale and all sorts of fresh metal presented as clothes on an omnipotent emperor.
After 13 years of this blog, you deserve a little better. Any talk of ‘strategy’, ‘progression’ or even ‘alcohol based purchase insanity’ must be consigned to the bin of delusion, the skip of stupidity, the crash of commercialism.
Let’s instead cut to the chase. I’ve sold a hardtail and bought another one on the grounds my daughter could ride it. She’s ridden it twice. I’ve ridden it 28 times. So that works.
The Mojo slipped in under the a winter night and has been a pretty much constant riding fixture until the grim returned. At which point the whole ‘designed in California’ vibe has seen it relegated to the shed wall. Not before I’d sold the Aeris. Honestly finally won that argument – too much bike for me.
Then I bought a bike very similar to the Flare Max. Not quite sure but ridden it loads. Not ridden the Flare Max much. Oh and I found the road bike. And then sold it.
The door continues to revolve.
Mojo 3- brilliant but compromised. Fastest bike I’ve ever had.
Jessie’s bike. Every time I ride it I realise how lucky she is 🙂