How to buy a Triathlon bike, if you insist
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Geeze, everyone from Hugh Prather to King Arthur can tell you: It's the journey, not the destination. It's the looking, not the finding. It's the pricing, not the buying. With my vast knowledge and experience of triathlons, triathletes, and tri-bikes, the search is really quite simple. Three easy steps:
Find a bike that costs a quarter of your annual income. It should be named after a province in Mexico, and the price-tag should definitely say "triathlon" on it somewhere.
Buy it from an authorized Tri-bike(TM) dealer with a name like Break Wind Tri-Sports. Attach water bottle cages under your saddle for that Extra Supra Gay(TM) look.
Tags:
clown bikes,
triathlon
3 comments:
Gawd, I hate those under-saddle cages. Triathletes are tasteless. "Rich No Class" would be the perfect epithet, except most of them aren;t actually rich, they're wasting their money on dumb "tri-bikes."
Maybe "Gullible No Class" is a better epithet.
Hee hee. "Mexican Province." Take that Quintana Roo. But watch your back, Felt. You're next in the laughing stocks.
Quintana Roo is, like, the Yucatan Peninsula. Ever tried to ride a bike anywhere in QR? Uh, not the world's most bike friendly place. I'd generally suggest a big-hit double suss MTB. A 16 pound tri-bike would last approximately 1 KM in Quintana Roo. (At least the parts I've been).
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