I used to think my trek was cool. Then my friend gave me some weed and I realizedi was just caught up in this big like rat race so I traded it in for a real authentic surly cross check touring bike with lugged steel fork
I rode across the state on that thing. Five days in the road. It was a lot like the movie Into The Wild. Have you seen that movie? Anyways so I get to my boys house and they've got some MDMA they ordered from the dark web and I'm a free spirit so I dose
Well, heh, guess what? It was meth. So anyways, I'm up for five days jerking off in the guest room but I get this sorta weird bike trip thing going where I wanna fuck a bike and I'm on
vintagecannondale.com looking at it all happen and there it is
The Delta V 1000. I came at that moment. The culmination of my journey.
Things got bad after that. Meth. I posted some threads here I shouldn't have.
I'm clean now. I eventually found the bike in a Western PA pawn shop. It was like looking into a mirror.
I'm getting my life back together now. My attraction to the bike has declined and I'm starting to feel normal again
I gotta say though she actually rides great and a lot of pro people are actually still winning XC races in these things. People don't realize how collectible these things are
