Posted by: Emily | November 27, 2009

Big girls do cry

I went to the doctor yesterday. The diagnosis was not good. In fact, it was terminal. My Scott, the all-singing, all-dancing carbon love of my life, is, according to the very nice guy at Cycle Surgery, damaged beyond repair and needs a completely new frame. The frame, of course, is the expensive part of any bike; especially one constructed of carbon. The Scott’s injuries were sustained during my fall at the Beast. I knew at the time there would be some significant work to be done. When you turn the pedals and nothing happens it’s never a good sign, but I didn’t for a minute think it would come to this.

I’d like to say I took the news well – that I remained strong, kept control of my emotions and didn’t embarrass Mr CycleSurgery, or myself. Sadly, for both of us, this wasn’t the case and I have to admit there could have been an overactive lachrymal gland situation. In my defense, I was very attached to my bike. Having only recently acquired him, I wasn’t quite prepared for his untimely demise. Fortunately, Mr CS coped admirably with my emotional meltdown. Perhaps I’m not the first person to cry in the West Hampstead branch of CycleSurgery…

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  1. I’m popping into Tesco tomorrow if you need me to get a fresh supply of kleenex – I’m feeling your loss big time xxx


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