Well gang, bike sold and went last weekend and shortly after it left out-of-sight some kind of overwhelming, depressive feeling started coming over me. I started crying, pining for my love (see first pic) and then went into some kind of convulsive sickening fit slowly assuming a "foetal like" position on the famed bike bench. You don't really realise how good your bike looks until someone else is riding it. I have betrayed my love. I'm such a "barrrsssttiiiidddd!!".
Words of comfort please for someone just getting over cold turkey.![]()
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