I looked into it and my car would be easy to sell and in doing so, I would be able to save a ton of money. No insurance, no gas, no regular maintenance costs. The whole plan was set and ready to be put into place. Then I went to go buy a bike.
The first shop visited was a small, local place apparently frequented by the hippie elite with money to spend on elegant bike attire but not haircuts or t-shirts without holes. When asked about the cost of a new bike, and I was unable to accurately describe what make, model and size required, I was quietly mocked. With my ego bruised by the scoffing hobos, I moved on to the next place.
Another local place, but a little more on the pricey side. Walking through the front door, the smell of fresh tire rubber filled my nostrils almost identical to that of a car dealership. I was greeted with a smile, walked around the store and taken on a ride around the block on the "cheap" model. It was amazing. Then I was smacked in the face with the price. Buying a bike is one thing, but then comes the helmet, water bottle, and on and on and on...I could buy a bike or feed a small country for a year.
I will be putting my bike riding on hold for a bit but I look forward to the experience. Don't rush me.
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