There I was just minding my own business looking at all the pictures of bikes on Craigslist when don`t you know this picture pops up of a frame that I covet from the late 1980`s. My stable if pretty full of 1980`s racing bikes but this stupid picture is taunting me. The red and white fade is drawing me in and then I notice the Superbe Pro Crankset. Evil! I need another bike like I need a hole in the head. Still this is taunting me so I open up the link and look at more pictures. Superbe Pro brakes and derailleurs. Banging my head on the keyboard, the price is to good to be true.

I convince myself that the bike is too far away and move on. I have to run some errands today. I get the address of the place I need to go to drop off paperwork and wouldn't you know, its only 10 minutes away from the bike. I tell myself no but the fade paint just keeps calling me. I pick up the phone and text the owner if it is even still available. At that price I was sure it was gone. I get the text back that yes it is and he is home all day. EVIL!

I convince myself that it would not hurt to just check it out. It was probably dented up and the components trashed. So I went. I told myself I would just walk away if the components were scratched up and the hubs were not Superbe Pro hubs to match the group. I could not tell from his pictures. Probably cheap replacement hubs on those wheels.

So I get there and look at the bike. Oh my she looked so pretty. I should have walked away then. The Crankset looked new. Hoods were bubbled but already new that, brakes looked good. I then started to check out the frame. A couple scrapes and a few paint chips. Darn! But the ace in the hole was the wheels. That was going to make me walk away.

I looked at the rims, looked brand new, spokes were nice and shinny and they spin true. What? Oh no! My last chance. The hubs. I looked. Ah Ha!! Not Superbe Pro!! I cried. They were mint looking Dura Ace. DARN!

Ok my mind said save your marriage, make a low ball offer and when he says no, get in the car and leave. I made the lowball offer and watched his face. It looked like he was going to say no. Perfect right? Wrong! He came back with 5 dollars more than my low ball offer. In the car it went. I now have the bike hidden in the garage and feel the sense of danger if my little spitfire figures out there is a new bike in there. It was not my fault. Stupid Craigslist!