“Cool?”, I asked my teenagers.
“Not cool!”, they replied in unison.
“But we will look like we are from a proper team, we could get matching kit.”
“So not cool”, came the reply.
We had not set out to get matching push bikes. In fact until this week we didn’t, we had the same brand but from different years and different colours so there was enough difference for it to be relatively unnoticeable.
Then I found a crack in my frame and the nice people at Cervelo agreed to replace it under warranty.
I offered to upgrade to a more expensive, different frame but they wouldn’t play ball and provided a replacement frame the same as Robyn’s.
So now we have matching bikes. A very, very, first world problem but something that I am having to manage. I do understand that this is more of an issue for me and nobody cares, but…
Maybe this is the excuse I need to buy a new bike for France next year.
I think it is really sweet and shows a smashing husband you are. Definitely not cool – so not cool that it is almost cool. Tx
“A Zen teacher saw five of his students returning from the market, riding their, mostly black, bicycles. When they arrived at the monastery and had dismounted, the teacher asked the students “Why are you riding your black bicycles?”
The first student replied, “The black bicycle is carrying this sack of potatoes. I am glad that I do not have to carry them on my back!” The teacher praised the first student. “You are a smart boy! When you grow old, you will not walk hunched over as I do.”
The second student replied, “I love to watch the trees and fields pass by as I roll down the path!” The teacher commended the second student, “Your eyes are open, and you see the world.”
The third student replied, “When I ride my black bicycle, I am content to chant nam myoho renge kyo.” The teacher gave his praise to the third student, “Your mind will roll with the ease of a newly oiled wheel.”
The fourth student replied, “Riding my black bicycle, I live in harmony with all sentient beings.” The teacher was pleased and said to the fourth student, “You are riding on the golden path of doing no harm.”
The fifth student replied, “I ride my bicycle to ride my bicycle (no matter what colour it is!).” The teacher sat at the feet of the fifth student and said, “I am your student.”’