I walk at night up to some vacant land at Eldridge and Briar Forest. Sab gets to run around there. I can see the buildings at Westlake lit up. They look like rockets ready for takeoff.
I paid 60 bucks to get my Klein adjusted and cleaned up. I don't have any of my tools or cleaning equipment in Houston. They did a decent job.
Back in the day, I used to really love my bikes. My first "good" mountain bike was a Bridgestone MB-6. How I drooled over that thing! I still have the frame, which is now powder-coated a grass green color. I like my Klein. It's a great, light bike. The shock is so supple and smooth. But I don't drool over the Klein. I should. What happened to the magic of childhood? Sometimes I do still taste it... it comes in a flash and is gone as quickly.