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One fateful day in February, I borrowed a road bike from a friend and got on a bicycle for the first time since I was about twelve years old, and obviously got completely hooked (how could I not??) Since then, I have been searching for the perfect bike to call my own, patiently waiting for The One.

 

After many months of trolling the Hub and various bike shops, I finally found the perfect bike this week, for sale by Hubber G.MAC. This was it; it was a great brand, in mint condition, full carbon, only been ridden three times, and best of all (yes I am this shallow), it was in my riding colours. I had to have this bike.

 

I casually messaged G.MAC (he couldn't know how desperate I was for the bike, I had to leave room to haggle him on price!), and after a few messages back and forth, confirming its availability, weight, etc, I was sure. This was the bike I was going to buy.

 

I had been sharing my excitement with my boyfriend the whole way through our discussions, sending him screenshots of every reply I got from G.MAC, so that he could be sure that I wasn't over exaggerating about how amazing this bike was (I have been known to up-play something because it was turquoise, or a black horse with a white face), and he agreed that yes, this was a cool bike, and I should find out if I could go and see it.

 

So, with another casual message, I asked if I could go and check it out, only to be told by G.MAC that the bike had in fact been sold, sorry.

 

Man alive, the scene that ensued after this was one out of the most dramatic teen film you've ever seen. I'm protesting to anyone who would listen about how the world is against me, I've lost the bike that was made for me, the seller didn't even tell me that anyone else was interested, bla bla bla. I'm angry, defeated, and crying like a little girl, horrified that this could happen.

 

So after a few days of sulking and refusing to even look at my current bike, I decide that it will be ok, I'll find a better bike, I guess... And so I restart the process of trolling, half-heartedly looking at ads and forwarding links to a more knowledgeable riding buddy for his opinion, but not getting overly excited about anything really.

 

And then, yesterday happened. "What??" I hear you ask. "What happened??"

 

You see, yesterday was my birthday (or as I prefer to say, I leveled up). 

 

After allowing me a sort of sleep in (sleeping past 6am is a rare occurrence lately), BF wakes me up and drags me out of bed, insisting that it's my "Hep Bethday" and I absolutely have to come and open my present. 

 

And so, half asleep, I stumble downstairs, where I am informed that I have to "help carry the present out of the garage; it's very heavy and is sitting on the work-bench." Right, so now I'm totally confused - but heavens help him if it's a washing machine...

 

So into the garage we go, and standing there in the middle of the room...... 

 

is my bike  :eek:

 

I kid you not, the bike that I had so fallen in love with and had cruelly ripped away from me was standing in the middle of our garage!  :clap:  :clap:  :clap:

 

Apparently one of the screen shots I had sent my BF had G.MAC's number in it, and the two of them snuck around, fed me lies, and successfully pulled off the absolute best birthday that I have ever had! 

 

So, to G.MAC and my wonderful BF, although I NEVER condone sneaking around, and this doesn't mean it's ok to do it in future, on this occasion, I thank you both whole heartedly for sneaking around!!

 

So I am now the proud owner of a beautiful GT full carbon road bike, and I will stop and tell anyone who will listen just how wonderful it is (this without having actually ridden it yet - I only just bought pedals for it now and the wind is currently howling at 65kmh and I value my life too much to venture out in cleats for the first time in this)

 

I got my first pair of cleated shoes and proper pedals today, and had the bike setup for me, so watch this space to hear about breaking my cleat virginity, because I'm sure that will be an adventure likely coupled with a few nasty roasties!

 

 

 

 

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One fateful day in February, I borrowed a road bike from a friend and got on a bicycle for the first time since I was about twelve years old, and obviously got completely hooked (how could I not??) Since then, I have been searching for the perfect bike to call my own, patiently waiting for The One.

 

After many months of trolling the Hub and various bike shops, I finally found the perfect bike this week, for sale by Hubber G.MAC. This was it; it was a great brand, in mint condition, full carbon, only been ridden three times, and best of all (yes I am this shallow), it was in my riding colours. I had to have this bike.

 

I casually messaged G.MAC (he couldn't know how desperate I was for the bike, I had to leave room to haggle him on price!), and after a few messages back and forth, confirming its availability, weight, etc, I was sure. This was the bike I was going to buy.

 

I had been sharing my excitement with my boyfriend the whole way through our discussions, sending him screenshots of every reply I got from G.MAC, so that he could be sure that I wasn't over exaggerating about how amazing this bike was (I have been known to up-play something because it was turquoise, or a black horse with a white face), and he agreed that yes, this was a cool bike, and I should find out if I could go and see it.

 

So, with another casual message, I asked if I could go and check it out, only to be told by G.MAC that the bike had in fact been sold, sorry.

 

Man alive, the scene that ensued after this was one out of the most dramatic teen film you've ever seen. I'm protesting to anyone who would listen about how the world is against me, I've lost the bike that was made for me, the seller didn't even tell me that anyone else was interested, bla bla bla. I'm angry, defeated, and crying like a little girl, horrified that this could happen.

 

So after a few days of sulking and refusing to even look at my current bike, I decide that it will be ok, I'll find a better bike, I guess... And so I restart the process of trolling, half-heartedly looking at ads and forwarding links to a more knowledgeable riding buddy for his opinion, but not getting overly excited about anything really.

 

And then, yesterday happened. "What??" I hear you ask. "What happened??"

 

You see, yesterday was my birthday (or as I prefer to say, I leveled up). 

 

After allowing me a sort of sleep in (sleeping past 6am is a rare occurrence lately), BF wakes me up and drags me out of bed, insisting that it's my "Hep Bethday" and I absolutely have to come and open my present. 

 

And so, half asleep, I stumble downstairs, where I am informed that I have to "help carry the present out of the garage; it's very heavy and is sitting on the work-bench." Right, so now I'm totally confused - but heavens help him if it's a washing machine...

 

So into the garage we go, and standing there in the middle of the room...... 

 

is my bike  :eek:

 

I kid you not, the bike that I had so fallen in love with and had cruelly ripped away from me was standing in the middle of our garage!  :clap:  :clap:  :clap:

 

Apparently one of the screen shots I had sent my BF had G.MAC's number in it, and the two of them snuck around, fed me lies, and successfully pulled off the absolute best birthday that I have ever had! 

 

So, to G.MAC and my wonderful BF, although I NEVER condone sneaking around, and this doesn't mean it's ok to do it in future, on this occasion, I thank you both whole heartedly for sneaking around!!

 

So I am now the proud owner of a beautiful GT full carbon road bike, and I will stop and tell anyone who will listen just how wonderful it is (this without having actually ridden it yet - I only just bought pedals for it now and the wind is currently howling at 65kmh and I value my life too much to venture out in cleats for the first time in this)

 

I got my first pair of cleated shoes and proper pedals today, and had the bike setup for me, so watch this space to hear about breaking my cleat virginity, because I'm sure that will be an adventure likely coupled with a few nasty roasties!

 

Great story and Happy Birthday.

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