Technically it’s the sound of a decent cassette body but that makes for a lousy post title….
I walked into the bike room to prep my Autumn/Rain bike for an evening spin… and there was my Venge just hanging on the wall. I looked back at the Trek. Then back to the Venge…
I can’t take riding the 5200 again. It’s a great bike, don’t get me wrong, but my Venge is a rocket ship by comparison…
I’ve got to feel that easy speed again. The responsiveness when I press down on the pedals.
I always laugh to myself whenever I read that familiar refrain: “You don’t need to spend more than $800 on a road bike because…”
You may not, but I did, and for that I am grateful.
Daddy’s taking out the big gun tonight. I reached over and plucked the Venge from its hook. The lightness of it, the ease of pulling it off the wall. A wry smile stretched across my face. Age, and a great job, has its privileges. I set the Venge on the carpet and wheeled it out to the living room….
Tick… tick… tick… tick…
Honest, my pulse quickened.
Whoever says, “It’s just a stupid bike”, never rode a high-end steed. Not like I do.
Riding my Venge is everything that’s good about being an adult, a sober one at that, and making a good living. It’s the best money I’ve ever spent on a toy.
…..And tonight I’m going to enjoy that feeling once again.
Because I can.