OK, a few declaration first before I describe my impending Excellent Adventure.
Declaration #1) I am not being coerced into this Adventure. No one is holding a blowtorch to my Strida5 forcing me to do anything.
Declaration #2) I am not now, nor have previously been on drugs. Well, rarely, but I never inhaled. Well, I did inhale once, but that was in 1973 and surely the effects of that puff have worn off by now, so it doesn't count.
Declaration #3) I am, as far as I know, of sound mind and body. Well, at least my body is healthy...
So, first let me make it clear that it's all EvilV's fault. In October of last year, he puts up a post of his newly acquired 2007 Moulton TSR30, complete with scandalously provocative pictures. It was my first real look at the new Moultons, and I fell in lust. Fast forward to July, 2008. The aptly named EvilV posts that he's not able to ride the Moulton much and wants to find a good home for her.
My body responds immediately. My hypothalamus works overtime. The pulse quickens. I WANT THAT BIKE! My lust runneth over. But the bike is in England! 5,432 miles away from my crib in California. What to do, what to do? Do I let this beauty slip away when it's so close within my grasp? Do I just give up and admit defeat? "Give up?! Did we give up when the Germans bombed Pearl Harbor? Hell no! Nobody says it's over until we say it's over!" Bluto Blutarsky's timeless and courageous words rang in my head. (obscure movie reference )
But wait! I have some United Airlines frequent flyer miles getting ready to expire! They've been waiting, just waiting, to be sacrificed for a good cause. And this is a GOOD CAUSE! I contacted EvilV, stating that I would be willing to fly over to the UK to personally collect the Moulton - to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, etc., etc. The laughter subsides after what seems like an eternity. He realizes that I'm serious and we come quickly to terms regarding the dowry. It is done. Major combat operations accomplished. She is mine.
So, the bottom line is: I'm going to be in London on Sunday, August 24th. Any of you UK Pootlers up for a ride? I'll be easy to spot - I'll be the one with a shiny maroon Moulton TSR.