Yesterday I found myself caressing one of the most exquisite bikes. At first glance it didn't do that much for me, but upon closer inspection my heart started to race and my palms got sweaty. The owner of my LBS smiled and asked if I would be interested in taking a ride on her.
I was on her and cruising down the street before his front door had a chance to mark my departure with a ring of the door chime.
She danced underneath me and seemed to anticipate my every move. Lighter than what I'm used to(she's sub 15lbs), stiff but not so much my body vibrated over some bad patch of road and fluid to the point I felt she was doing all the work. I had a concern that she would be skittish around corners, but proved me wrong on each one we rounded together.
Her technical name is Z3 and after some research I found she was named dream bike of the year. Then I saw her sister Z1 and actually quivered at the idea of being with her. I've been considering the things we would do together and the places we would go.
I loved our limited time together Z3, but your sister in all her mystery has my heart pounding.
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Sweet ... I'm pretty sure I read the review about "her" being the dream bike of the year. It's always nice to dream. I bet the ride was exquisite! Thanks for taking us along.
Seen Parlees written up a few times in Bicycling magazine - you ever think that there are way too many "dream" bikes out there, and that it sucks that you'll never be able to get a chance to test ride them all?
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