Why do you look at the speck of sawdust in your brother’s eye and pay no attention to the plank in your own eye? 4How can you say to your brother, ‘Let me take the speck out of your eye,’ when all the time there is a plank in your own eye? 5You hypocrite, first take the plank out of your own eye, and then you will see clearly to remove the speck from your brother’s eye.
Ian’?s new bike, the Gary Fisher Nirvana, is here! It is… HUGE. The top tube on an Ian-sized frame, as it turns out, comes up to my hips. The handlebars come up to my waist. The bike, which does not have a name yet — too new; how can we know its personality yet? — is also very pretty. It has a sort of navy blue and silver color scheme, with the front third silver and the back two-thirds navy blue. I guess the distribution hides dirt better or something. The front shocks are pretty fancy, too; you can lock them so they act like a normal fork, or you can change the amount of give depending on how much bounce you want. A combination of cannibalizing from the parts we have and purchasing what we lacked (many useful things disappeared, alas, with the theft of Ian’?s old bike) now also finishes the new bike out with water-bottle holders, front and rear lights, a bike computer, a pump, a multi-purpose bike tool, tire levers, and a handy-dandy under-seat bag to carry everything.
Sadly, however, the weekend has turned out gray, rainy, and miserable: Not exactly conducive to taking the new wheels out for a spin*. But good weather will come soon enough, and with it lots of bike-riding opportunities. Hooray for Ian having a bike that will be fun and comfortable for him to ride!
*I took myself out for a 62-mile spin today, dipping into Woonsocket, RI, before heading back north. I have developed something of a prejudice against Woonsocket. It is ugly, the roads are confusing and not clearly marked, and I don’t like it. On this ride I passed up three tennis balls and three good photos of crazy things. This was also the first ride I stopped to use a bathroom, and no, I felt no compunctions about dashing into a Subway, using the bathroom, and leaving without buying anything. Sixty-two miles felt pretty long by the end.
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