Lemons or Lemonaide, Who Knows?
As some of you know, I've been drooling over new bikes, and even fell in love (lust?) with one. But, as they say, timing is everything, right?
My daughter's school sent home a permission slip and note. Her honors theatre class has a long tradition of performing every year at Disneyland, a simple bus-ride up the freeway. This year, however, they've been invited (one of two middle schools in Southern California) to come all the way to Disney WORLD, on the opposite coast. The class will do some fund raisers, but to get everyone there and back, they need $35,000. So a few bake sales ain't going to cut it.
Hence the persmission slip and note. I now have a new, unexpected "obligation" which I am willing to make, because I want my daughter to have this once in a lifetime trip (let's not mention the fact that her 8th grade class is ALSO going on a once-in-a-lifetime field trip to NYC, Washington DC and Virginia later in the spring).
The kid comes first, and I won't complain.
But that puts the bike off the table, at least for now.
That said, and I SWEAR I'm not making this up, when I went for a ride today, my sweet little Trek 3900 didn't creak anymore (again). Not one squeek. She must have seen the note. She's happy again.
There will always be better bikes available. And when the time is right, I'll get me one.