Chinese Democracy.

So when I moved here in august I brought my mountain bike to the bike shop down the street to get repaired and all that good stuff. Had several issues. Well...one thing led to another, and i sort of forgot it was down there. Sort of. Living in a new place has a funny way of draining money. I just went to pick it up yesterday. I didn't even know if it would be there. It still was. And the moment I got on that bike I realized that I had found my old love again. I don't know how I did without it. That bike fits me like no piece of clothing ever will. And damn, it felt good to be on. My road bike needs a new wheel, and I've had some shinsplints, so I've been rocking the spinning bikes at the gym for a while. What a difference.

I love that sucker.