I just missed out on a perfect 1985 Miyata Pro, in my size, with a caboodle of goodies. It is sailing, with it's original owner, to Thailand - because I didn't get there in time.
I have no one to blame but myself, but today I have learned to never, ever,
ever hesitate or leave room for confusion when it comes to going after something you want.
There is a story, but I don't want to bore you with all of the sad details. Here's the super short/condensed version:
**BEGIN SAD VIOLIN MUSIC**I waited to call about a bike on Craigslist because I told myself I was too late, it had probably already been sold.
A week later, it was still listed. I (finally) called on Friday.
Seller still had it. He had just retired, was moving to Thailand, and was packing a gigantic crate with all of his belongings. If I bought it, bike wouldn't go into the crate.
I couldn't go by on Friday, so I hoped to go pick it up the following day. Called Saturday and left message at seller's house for him to call me.
Waited Saturday. He didn't call me.
I called again today (Sunday). I'm not quite sure why, but it's gone. He and the bike are gone, on their way to Thailand.
I know it's ridiculous to cry about a bike, but I almost did. I am, and will be, beating myself up about this for the forseeable future. I'm sad beyond words and in need of sympathy/pick me up.
So please,
no photos of the '74 Professional Mk II you found a thrift store for a buffalo knickel. Only
sympathy and sob stories allowed.
Here's the bike I missed out on - and it's
specs. 2nd from the top of Miyata's line at the time. Just looking at it makes my stomach turn.