I am considering retiring the rasta bike. I have loved this ride for the last couple of years, but recent epic failures and a more recent accident of bone breaking proportion have me lusting after a younger, more fit model.
Back in July, I set myself up for my own demise, as I hit a curb about 10" tall at about 20 mph It was dark and I thought I had cleared the rear, but I guess I was going so fast that I overestimated the lift and WHAM!!!! 5 SPOKES Walked home and next day, took it in for a bit of a True'ing.
Thought I had it fixed. Then over Labor Day weekend, I went to TSALI in the mountains of Western North Carolina. Me and the Rasta where 4 miles back on a single track trail at 6:30 pm and POW!!! 3 SPOKES The wheel potato chipped and I had to carry him out in the dark, and I have an unhealthy fear of all kinds a crap and this was not a good scenario for my mental health.
Same situation in September on a local trail, about 4 miles out and POW-POW-POW. 3 Spokes again. This time, it started raining as I was walking out, and of course, no cell phone to call for help.
Finally, three weeks ago on a Saturday night (in the dark), I had a crash that resulted in broken clavicle, broken finger, and wrenched right knee and lots of missing skin And the Rasta bike suffered near equal scars, including a torn seat and a serious "filing" of my Azonic 420 platforms. (Grrr!)
So, this leads me to my potential infidelity. I was in Asheville NC last weekend (sans bike, because my body hurts to bad to ride), but I did find an awesome bike shop and test rode a GF Paragon. Today, I took a Specialized Stumpjumper 29er EVO for a spin. I am feeling guilty for my lustful thoughts. I have considered hiring a hit man to off the Rasta Bike. I am out of control...Help