My husband has been dumping on my bike for a few months. He kept telling me that I’d outgrown my Cannodale Quick 6, but I wanted to keep riding it for sentimental reasons. It was the first bike I’ve had since I’m 12, and is truly responsible for a positive all-encompassing change in my life, outlook, and health.
My beloved OLD bike
So I have been reticent to talk about replacing my trusty bike. I had everything on it, as you can see. I call it my Mexican bike- which is OK and not racist because I’m Colombian and we’re worse- because it has EVERYTHING on it: computer, bottle holder, rack lock holder, mirror, super horn, you name it, my bike’s got it. All I need is a horn that plays “La Cucaracha,” and I’m set.
When a bike-shaped present showed up under my tree I had mixed feelings. I was excited to see my new bike, but I felt like I was cheating on my Cannondale. On Christmas Eve, per Latin American tradition, I opened my gift and hate to say my little Cannondale was blown out of the water.
This is what I got!
My NEW Motobecane Cafe Noir
I think this is a definitely an upgrade! Thanks baby <3
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