So, last night, I get home from my tough tempo workout to find this waiting for me (not the best pic, but that's what happens when you instagram it).
I was pretty excited to add that to my collection of stuff. I'm going to have to start getting some frames!
Shortly after we got home from our run, a friend of ours came by with his son, who is interested in buying my race wheels. He's 16 years old and really into cycling. Coincidentally he emailed G on Friday asking his advice regarding a pair of lightweight race wheels. G offered up mine at a reasonable price so he came by last night with his dad to check them out. He took them. YES!
After I showered, I came back downstairs to eat dinner and then G asked me to come downstairs with him because he needed my help with something. I said ok and I wandered downstairs with him. As he turns into the basement, he steps aside and gestures to the far wall. I look over and what do I see but this:
Of course I start crying. I was not expecting to have this guy until this evening and I certainly wasn't expecting him to come with RACE WHEELS. Holy Frig. I was speechless. And then I couldn't stop smiling. Much like a car, I believe that a bike needs a name. So, without further ado, I'd like to introduce you to Tom Sawyer. He's my modern day warrior, all kitted out and ready to go.