Not too long ago, when I was burning gas driving aimlessly through Colorado Springs, I stopped at a pawn shop. I don't know what I was looking for...maybe an old, beat-up guitar, or a cheap pocket knife or summthin'... I dunno... I just felt that I would find a unique treasure that somebody gave up or lost when they didn't make their payments.
In front of most every pawn shop there is always a disjointed pile of "flat tire rolling stock"... aka bikes. I see more bikes in front of pawn shops than I ever see rolling down the road. In fact, in this fair city (Colorado Springs), with it's many bike lanes and beautiful views, I just do not see that many bikes on the road at all. Maybe I am just driving too fast in my car to notice....
As I was headed towards the front door of the pawn shop, I casually scanned the bikes, dimly remembering my childhood and the many days that I would rip-ass around the neighborhood on a Schwinn Cruiser. I remember the jumps, the speed, the crashes and the insane joy that riding a bike like a demented monkey felt like. Man, I sure do miss being a kid...
While I was adrift in my memories, my eyes scanned a black monster crowded in among the beat up mountain bikes, ancient 10 speeds and other two wheel cast-offs. The metal beast looked like a vintage flat-track motorcycle from the 1920's. It was long and low, black and shiny and appeared completely useless for comfort.
I LOVED IT !!!
I looked at the price tag and swallowed hard. It was kind of a steep price for a bike! While I was drooling on the handlebars and calculating not paying some bills so I could buy the bike, my wife (who was minding her own business in the car) decided to insert herself into my reverie and loudly reminded me that I already had a bike at home. I looked at her and stammered "Yeah, but it's... it's not this bike!". After she asked what the price was (and then promptly told me to forget it when I gave her a ridiculous number) I sadly climbed back in the car to start the long, sad drive back home. I don't need to feel wind in my hair... I don't need to get any exercise... I don't need to be earth-conscious... and I sure as hell don't need a bad-ass ride when I already own a ho-hum bike! Being reasonable sucks.
Anyways... I digress... The rebel rocket that sat at the pawn shop never quite left my mind. Somewhere in my greedy, little lizard brain, I remembered that the price tag indicated that the asking price would lower by a couple of hundred bucks, a month or so later if it didn't sell. My wife might have said "NO" once... but I knew, I KNEW that a perfectly crooked smile coupled with my big soft eyes and a lower price just might get me that bike (without a discussion about money and bills and responsibility and etc...)
Yay ! I Win !!!
I made my wife a very tasty dinner about one month later... the night that I won... the night I got my bad-ass new ride. I can wait for a price to go down. Like a snake hiding in the grass, I will coldly wait... oh yeah.
Granted, I sold off a few things in the interim to come up witch some scratch so that I would not have to pull any green from our bank account (and I did some internet research on the bike so I could sway her with all the really cool and unique features of the bike that made it a must have), but really....
The moral of the story is...nobody can stop me....
O.K. Let's review:
A Little Patience: CHECK!
A Crooked Smile: CHECK!
Big Old Soft Eyes: CHECK!
Two Hundred Dollar Price Drop: Check!
A Little bit of time in the Kitchen: CHECK!
And I get MY RIDE!
But Wait... There's MORE!
Thank you, dear reader, for getting this far. I want to give anyone who is interested, a bit more info about this new found love of my life. Yes the wife is all good... life is good... but this bike? Yeah, it's a friggin head-trip! If you like funky things, funky bikes, kinda funny stories...whatever... please, stick around. This bike is "VERY UNIQUE" and my next installment of this blog (in a week) will divulge all the tid-bits that I am not telling you now. My last teasing words about it are....wow, I am not the same person I was before I bought this bike.