I have a fabulous road bike in San Diego. My grandpa (grampy) won it in some grocery store drawing and gave it to me. I was thrilled. My cousins grandpa (we share grandpa #1, not #2) is a bike snob. Grampy and Grandpa #2 disagree about the quality of the bike. They make this disagrement vocal over family dinners, holidays, ect. The argument is usually something like this:
Grampy: Are you crazy!? That is a gorgeous bike
Grandpa #2: That is the biggest piece of crap I have ever seen! They don't even make bikes crappier then this! Look at how heavy it is! It probably came from some slave labor factory in China!
Grampy: Open your eyes John! It's a fabulous and stunning bike.
They continue to argue for a long time. Then they both get pissed off and don't talk much during dinner. This has been going on for two years. This bike has become a source of tension. I feel torn. I feel sad that bike snob grandpa is insulting my bike that I do love so much. But he does know everything and anything about bikes. Whether or not it is a piece of junk- it looks beautiful and rides great. I ride 20-40 miles a few times a week on it. We are training for the fourth of July run and ride! Bike snob grandpa should leave the bike alone. Maybe it is shitty compared to his $5000 bike that he always talks about. But I don't care. I love my bike anyhow.
Since I have been away at school this past year Grampy has also won a vespa in a grocery store drawing! WTF. He gave it to my cousins. Double WTF. They are seven and ten. Okay, well the vespa is kinda little- but still. What do they need it for? I guess the better question is why does my grampy keep winning all this cool shit in grocery store drawings? Maybe cause no one else enters them? I'm going to start. Maybe I will win a pony! Herez me below. Being hot is hard. OOPS forgots my helmet!
I <3 Biking.
Grampy: Are you crazy!? That is a gorgeous bike
Grandpa #2: That is the biggest piece of crap I have ever seen! They don't even make bikes crappier then this! Look at how heavy it is! It probably came from some slave labor factory in China!
Grampy: Open your eyes John! It's a fabulous and stunning bike.
They continue to argue for a long time. Then they both get pissed off and don't talk much during dinner. This has been going on for two years. This bike has become a source of tension. I feel torn. I feel sad that bike snob grandpa is insulting my bike that I do love so much. But he does know everything and anything about bikes. Whether or not it is a piece of junk- it looks beautiful and rides great. I ride 20-40 miles a few times a week on it. We are training for the fourth of July run and ride! Bike snob grandpa should leave the bike alone. Maybe it is shitty compared to his $5000 bike that he always talks about. But I don't care. I love my bike anyhow.
Since I have been away at school this past year Grampy has also won a vespa in a grocery store drawing! WTF. He gave it to my cousins. Double WTF. They are seven and ten. Okay, well the vespa is kinda little- but still. What do they need it for? I guess the better question is why does my grampy keep winning all this cool shit in grocery store drawings? Maybe cause no one else enters them? I'm going to start. Maybe I will win a pony! Herez me below. Being hot is hard. OOPS forgots my helmet!
I <3 Biking.
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