Dear Sweet Lil' Ol' Bianchi,
You have served me so well the past two and half years...I am sad to say your adventures here are done...it's time to move on. Rather than hurt your feelings...I'm just going to have to let you go. Yes, the new Surly is my go-to...and well...you could just sit in the back room...all pretty and green and unridden...or you could go to a new home. Yes, a new home...doesn't that sound nice? A place where you will once again be someone's go-to? Besides...our place together was SF. And, well, we just aren't there anymore. We are near forests and dirt and rocks and beautiful rolling roads with fall leaves and summer breezes. You are meant to be on commuter paths and streets, trustworthy and steady, everyday. You deserve something better. No really...you do.
Yeah, that smiling face...that's the face of someone who came home to a hidden, just put together cross bike...E hid it out back...then suggested we take the dog out and...bam! There it was! He had put it together on his day off...why is he so good to me? Mr. Aweseome!! And, to put icing on the cake...he went riding with me this morning on my first road ride ever... it, too, was awesome. Yeah, sorry lil' ol' Bianchi... new adventures ahead!
