Where. Is. My. Bike?!?!
The shop that is s'posed to be shipping it has had it almost a week now. I called them, said I hadn't heard from them and wanted to know how it was going. Oh, they hadn't got to it yet.
I have visions of my "new" bike in some chop-shop situation, all the Campy being taken off her and yucky components being put on. Campy wheels replaced with Mall-Wart wheels. Even her lugs somehow being stolen! I'll open the box and there will be a disaster. Yeah, hadn't got to it yet....
Or I'll open the box and it won't even be my bike. Some other gold bike.
Or my credit card number being used for wild Michigan parties, as my bike languishes.
I need that bike for so many (perfectly legitimate) reasons! Not least of which is that SKnot somehow outgrew his bike, like he did everything else, this summer. He stood over my Kona this afternoon and it wasn't a bad fit. I need the Waterford so he can have the Kona.
(I can always find something to angst over.)
"If Americans want to live the American Dream, they should go to Denmark." - Richard Wilkinson