Hands buried in pockets, trying to read his destiny on the wet, neon glimmering sidewalk, Fred walked wrapped in his own dark thoughts. Rounding a corner, he saw a lovely young woman surrounded by wild-eyed men. She was young, and fresh, and beautiful. Their eyes met and a thousand stars crossed, a thousand questions were answered, and a thousand needs were met. Her glance beckoned to Fred with promise and hope of a final consumation. Suddenly, a burly, rough-handed man lunged and grabbed the young woman. Her eyes plead with Fred. He began to think. What if she was the wrong one? What if he should meet a better? What if the cost of their union was too great? Answering "No" to all, Fred looked up ready to act........and she was gone.Originally Posted by bkaapcke
Fred buried his hand in his pockets and walked. The deserted, glimmering sidewalk held visions of what might have been.
DG.....you've been thinking (and chasing the wrong chicks) for a year. Go ride some others in that price class....like Paulie, my steel Romulus is a magic carpet-- to me. Go compare some bikes that compete with the Pilot. Eventually, as "bk" says, you've got to make some decision. Sometimes, all our "discussion" needlessly constipates the decision process.
There is no final, perfect marriage partner. You find a good one that seems to feel good to you and is made of a material you think you like-- and you make sure she fits-- and then go ride the heck out of her and have long and happy life together. Same with bikes. Rant over.