BF has his bike.

I'm glad I asked him all the usual questions, because he obviously went home and thought about them.

As it turns out, he wanted a considerably more sedate bike than we had envisioned. No bombing down gnarly single track for that boy (yet?).

He ended up with a Giant Cypress. He is smiling, when he isn't complaining to me that my daughter is trying to kill him going across town into a stiff headwind. I am smiling, because they look so good together riding down the street. It is all good.

Thanks for the help.