Short story is I had a firesale to fund deposit for my first house, which all being well completes this Thursday.
This involved selling all my bikes, including my immaculate RC200 which I swore I would never sell....and then sold. I was so, so annoyed at myself for that, like really annoyed, but I convinced myself I had to get some perspective.
However, today I picked up my 'new' bike from a very nice young chap, who works at a big chain bike shop and has clearly maintained this thing to a stupidly high standard. Somehow, I always seem to land on my feet when buying bikes.
I don't know what planet he lives on to sell me it for the price he did, but thank you Martin for going to a 29er and giving me my own wheels again.
I think it's bloody lovely.