We all start out with a target bike and a budget limit as we head off down the LBS.
With a steely determined look in your eye you will NOT let the Mrs down this time.
Marching down the Hight St with her last words to you, uttered just as you are pulling your coat on and closing the front door....."Remember what we agreed we can afford dear.."
Walking into the shop to the rythm of the mental mantra '£600, £600,£600' .
Then you see it, the bike you were'nt even looking for, it sits there winking and glinting at you and you just know you have to have it. You try and be good, you tell yourself you don't actually need full XT running gear, but the little minx in the corner is still smiling at you and showing you those lovely lines and flashing paintwork.
Then, seeing you stood transfixed in front of the vision from bike heaven, the LBS sidles up to you, somehow he's approaching you across the floor even though his legs are'nt moving, like a bad extra from Bram Stoker's Dracula, though you only half notice this detail.. .."Lovely, isn't she?..."
An hour later..."How did you get on, love?" comes drifting in from the kitchen as you gently close the front door.."Oh, alright Bab?... tell you what..they had this cracking deal on this Cube........."
