Letting a 29er in has caused some major upset. Another clown bike has arrived but some old friends have to go.
I hadn’t realised how attached to inanimate hunks of metal it’s possible for me to become. Why on earth should selling a bike make me sad. Why doesn’t the Emporer’s new clothes quite make up for the pain of the outgoing bike (s).
Various high risk (to actualy selling) thoughts are going through my head eg ‘I’d better hang on to this in case the new 29er isn’t as good as this which I won’t be able to get back if I sell it’ etc. I keep on telling myself I haven’t ridden them since the clown so it’s time to MTFU and get on with it. Still sad.