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This is the next (but maybe not final) chapter in the story of my bike:
After my story spread to my friends and family, I really felt amazingly loved with the number of free (Jeff and Heidi will always have a special place in my heart) or on-loan bikes offered to me, you guys are absolutely amazing and I love you for that! Maybe I knew that this fiasco wasn't supposed to end that way because this is what happened next...
My dear friends at the Cycologist, the bike shop down the road from Cafe Ardour have come to know me as probably the only person that comes in with a bike that's 10+ years old. I realize now that I probably should've been going to one of the other places that embraced the old school a little more, but this is how awesome these wheely guys are:
The day after I rammed my bike, I took it in to the Cycologist to see if they could just bend the frame back and alas, they told me the sour news so I left in a whirl of emotion and thought my life as a biker in Fort Collins might be over.
Then, just a couple days later, I get a call from Ryan - one of my bike mechanics - saying that my sad story had made it around the shop and they were putting what they had left of a brand of bike on clearance since they weren't carrying it for next season. Not only that, but they also had a frame that would fit my petite 5'2" height, but it was a bit burlier being a hybrid mountain/road/commuter bike.
All said and done, those sweethearts ended up holding the bike for me all weekend since I was back in Wisconsin, I came back to check it out and all the other styles had sold except for this one with my name on it. I rode it around for a while and decided that at 75% off, I could totally afford a new bike!
So, this is the first un-used bike of my life and I almost feel too priveleged to own such a shiny thing. One upside is that it's definitely more beefy so I can run into all the cars I want with this guy...
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